The Problem Really Is Me

Tomorrow is going to be the worst birthday of my life. It was really solidified that the worst person my college has ever seen is me.

I’ve really tried my best, but once again, I can’t do anything right. It feels like it is never good enough. Right now, this is the worst I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Literally. I didn’t even know it could be this bad.

I now do wish once again I was normal. And I thought I made progress. I clearly didn’t. People don’t care to know who I really am.

I really wish that right now, though… To be a normal person. Even after I thought it could be better to be myself, people really don’t like me as myself. They only like me when I can be a normal person.

Why me? Why did it have to be me? I didn’t want it to be me. I wanted it to be the opposite. I just wanted to be a normal person.

But, it really is true that most people only like you when you’re normal.

I’m glad this is verified. It feels truly anything but great.

Why am I even doing this anymore? I don’t get the point. I really don’t accomplish much, apparently. Even when I really wanted to accomplish anything at all.

Why?

Just why?

I wish someone could make it stop. I wish someone could just make me a normal person. I right now wish I didn’t have any disabilities at all.

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