I talk to myself. Some say it is not normal, others say it is okay. I sing along to every love song, even if I have never loved. I feel every story I read as if It was mine, maybe because I will never live them. Sometimes I don't understand how life can just be this, so simple but dull. Other times I feel so overwhelmed at what life can really be. I guess I am just human after all. Isn't this how we are suposed to be?