It's Friday morning as the fresh smell of coffee is a welcomed sight.
The warmth of the sun already streaming through the kitchen window.
I'm feeling it's going to be another long summer's day.
How can anyone not like these days - the thought of grey skies, the continuous sound of rain beating down on the roof, while you are cooped up next to the heater just seems depressing.

A thought goes through my mind as I take a swig of water with my medication,
I wonder what life would be like if I was normal - is there such a thing? I would like to think that we are all unique. Maybe you are expected to act and behave in a certain way, and if you don't - well, then you must have some sort of mental disorder.