I'm starting to believe it was never really mean't for me to have "something" to call mine, or to have "friends"...In other words, it was mean't for me to be alone and depressed. No one seems to understand me, or atleast my mother doesn't. I'm a screw up; something is wrong with me. I can't even feel accepted by my own mother. Constantly, I'm always being critiqued...Always throwing something in my face that's not right. I want to leave, runaway in fact...get away from everything and everyone. I'm a misfit, I will never be "understood"...I'm alone, I hurt, I'm sad, I'm misunderstood and yet...it's okay, it was mean't for me to be that way.
Not sure if this is something that should be taken to a therapist, I've thought about it, but in the end.... I'm just abnormal, and just not mean't to be human......scratch that, not mean't to be here.
-T
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