Being honest about my thoughts and oddities has gotten me into something called....uh, well... I have no real friends. Not to worry. My boyfriend loves and accepts me, and if anything I also consider him a best friend. My parents are weird. I'm serious. One makes up words, the other makes up weird songs, and dances all over the place. I guess that's where I got it from. They're the best though. I love my cats, because I love cats. I love how they're independent and come for affection on their own time. I also find snails/slugs very interesting. I let them crawl on me. They're harmless.
I'm bipolar and have severe anxiety, plus I'm morbidly afraid of death. But other than that, I'm totally normal ;)