The Myth Of Normal Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Honey, you cannot base your feelings on what a book says. The book may say something happens one way but there will always be someone different. An anomaly that changes the perspective of everything." "But I don't want to be an anomaly. I don't want to be different. Why can't I be normal, mom? Why couldn't I have been born normal like everyone else?" "Honey, what is your fascination with normal? Normal is boring. Normal people work at a job they hate with people they can't stand because that is the 'Normal' thing to do. Be different. Embrace your difference. Different doesn't mean less. It means more. You are better than Normal. Normal people bow down to you. You are a queen, so lift your h

They didn’t sound very friendly at first, but now they were talking like this? Why couldn’t I have normal problems like normal people? “Because you’re far from normal.” The voice said again, much calmer. “And no, I’m not an enemy. I’m your greatest ally.” “I don’t need any ally.” I replied. I will probably look like a crazy person to the onlooker. Talking to myself. It is a good thing no one can see me then. I hear a soft laugh. And with everything that has been happening to me. It didn’t sound that weird anymore.

And familiar. And completely unaware of what it once cost him. We’re walking back from class when he says it. “I feel normal.” Matteo glances at him carefully. “Define normal.” “Quiet,” Aidan says. “No humming. No pressure. No… other.” I don’t relax. I catalogue. “Normal isn’t absence,” I say evenly. “It’s stability.” He bumps his shoulder lightly against mine. “You’re allowed to breathe, you know.” I don’t answer.

Otherwise, I swear I'm going to lose my damn mind any moment, I'm tired of wrong love. She said to him with all seriousness and sadness: I am an ordinary human girl and I was living a very normal life and my life turned upside down when my father suddenly disappeared from my life and I started looking for him everywhere and because of my search for him I am here now in this place and I do not know whether I will return to my normal life or not, but I feel strange things and I see strange things I don't know what those things mean and I don't know why it's happening to me but I'm never okay This is what I know and I feel it's not my first time in this place ever Although I'm sure I'm here for

When most people hear voices in their head, they see a therapist, here I am conversing with mine. “You're not crazy Rory and you don't hear voices. You're hearing one voice." “That doesn't make me feel any better. Normal people don't hear any voices." “Maybe you're not normal." “Gee, thanks." The most beautiful laugh sounded in my head and I couldn't help but smile. “I mean that in the best way. Besides, normal's boring. Why be normal?" He had a point, I guess. “When will you tell me who you are and how this is possible?"

“It feels like hell.” “Sometimes healing does.” I stared at the books behind his head. I wanted to throw them. Or read every one. “I don’t know how to be normal,” I whispered. “You’re not here to be normal,” he said. “You’re here to be free.” Something broke inside me. Not loudly. Quietly. Like a whisper in my ribs that said maybe—just maybe—I wasn’t doomed. “Do you think I’ll ever be okay?” I asked, voice small.

However, how did someone like him know my name? “That mysterious woman sure have an answer,” I thought while searching for a nearest exit. Only to find a crazy crowd dancing to the madness. I almost freak out, or am I? In a snap of a seconds, I found myself catching my breathe outside the crowd. “What's happening to- They are crazy!” The sounds filling the area take away the ounce of my sanity. It's disastrous, the rhythm determine the beat of my heart that went crazy. In madness! “It's the fault of that woman!” Just as the sounds stop, my voice so loud and thundered every ears around, waking the cautious self inside me when they look as if I'm gone mad. Unethical!

I could hear their voices but my eyelids were too heavy, my body was too stiff to move, so I lay there hopeless. "I think she just fell asleep." I heard Mey's voice. Another rustle before I was covered in my blanket. "Let's just let her get some rest then." This time it was Jess. "She's been through a lot." "I wish I knew what happened, so I would know what to do." There was frustration in Norma's voice. I wanted to tell her what happened, I wanted to ask for her advice, and mostly I wanted to ask her if I were ever going to be okay again. She knew psychology stuff, so I was sure she could help me. Yet my stupid body didn't let me do it. Before I knew it, I was pulled into a deep slumber onc

I just gotta talk, you know. Talking is different from annoying! Can't you be normal!' Define normal? You getting killed because you couldn't control your mouth. He loves me, he's the flavor of my cookie, he will never hurt me. Oh, really? Then why are you running? I'm making sure that theory is a hundred percent, you know, for safety reasons. You know, we are crazy, but you are a psycho. We are the same, we are both insane. So says the girl arguing with her subconscious.

What happened that night did not left my head the whole morning the next day. We were not given a rest day or something, so we really didn’t have a choice but to go to school. It was a normal day, students were back to regular programming, but as for me, I wasn’t really sure. It didn’t feel normal at all. Damn. It wasn’t normal. I couldn’t help the smile occurring on my lips as I stared at his texts earlier. From: Greg