Hm.
It's normal to want to be at least somewhat successful in whatever manner your society measures it.
It's normal to doubt yourself sometimes.
It's normal to want things that are in opposition to your needs.
It's normal to hate it when your hair looks stupid.
It's normal to sometimes feel anger, sadness, pain, joy, contentedness, grief, quasi-delirium, sleep deprivation, annoyance, discomfort, horniness, hunger, jealousy, fatigue, pride, love, hate, empathy, devotion, frustration, impatience, fear, shame, and road rage; sometimes in quick rotation or many at the same time.
It's normal to be uncomfortable at temperatures that other people seem totally fine in.
It's normal to feel things that are totally unreasonable sometimes.
It's normal to say dumb shit.
It's normal to say one thing, do another, and think something else.
It's normal to want validation and support from others.
It's normal to want a place in society.
It's normal to want to be needed.
It's normal to like puppies.
It's normal to have trouble learning new things.
It's normal to forget things and get distracted sometimes.
It's normal to feel like you're weird.
It's normal to occasionally just want to say "fuck all this" and run away to the opposite side of the country.
It's normal to cling to your shit and never want to leave.
It's normal to get burned out when life takes too much out of you.
It's normal to put a hell of a lot of importance on your identity, to be frustrated when you can't figure it out, and get a little upset when someone severely misjudges who you are.
It's normal to want to be independent and alone but also safely entrenched and in the company of a lot of people and rooted but free to go and trusted with responsibilities but unburdened all at the same time.
It's normal to need some stress and also get crushed by too much of it.
It's normal to be somewhere on a spectrum rather than a well-defined category.
It's normal to need help sometimes.
It's normal to not want to need help as often as you do.
It's normal to want to go faster.
It's normal to have emotional baggage.
It's normal to name your dog something and then give him at least four nicknames, many of which are longer than his actual name.
It's normal to want to be a dedicated part of something bigger than yourself.
It's normal to forget how awesome Oh!s are, and then remember that you stopped eating them because they cut up your mouth, and then decide to eat them anyway.
It's normal to sometimes get caught up in small things.
It's normal to waste time making lists of dumb shit and realize you could go on forever but now you're losing interest so you stop abruptly.