Mood:
quizzicalNow Playing: Under the Milky Way-The Church
Topic: Life
I feel like I let people down too much. I wish I could change somehow even though I can't. I think I'm just failing at pleasing everyone. It's like no one understands me> Maybe if I didn't have autism things would be easier but that's too idealistic for me. I feel like I'm alone in this and no one cares. Maybe I'm wrong since it's hard for me to relate to people. I'm not charismatic or good at math. I've been called too many names just because I practically grew up in a special ed room (only for math and study skills). Sometimes I feel like running away but I know it's not worth it; I can barely make a living here with my family. I do my best in my classes and I want a job. Nothing seems to be working. I still have to work on getting a job in a fast food joint; it's the best I can get since I'm no good at math. I feel like telling, you, my readers, my life story but that's going to be later, when I'm more comfortable. I don't know if anyone will read it though. I need to tell it as it is. It's nothing special; I'm just a blur in the crowd and won't be noticed. Anyway,I will write stories to vent my feelings better, besides, it's good practice for a novelist-in-training.
mischievious
blue
sharp
energetic
caffeinated
celebratory
lazy
lyrical
chillin'
happy
don't ask
irritated
