I think the main thing I'm coming to realize is that I'm not a bad person. I always thought I was a bad person... like not evil but.... not good. Like, something was wrong with me and I wasn't even actually a person, just a thing....

So maybe I'm not a bad person?

So many people tell me I'm not good enough in my life and for so long. You don't eat the way we do, that's wrong. You don't look like us, that's wrong. You don't dress like us, that's wrong. You don't like this or that which we like, so you're wrong....

But maybe they are wrong.

Like this whole stupid disorganization thing. I do my best. But if I Can't be the **** retentive neat freak, then fire me. I can't keep thinking I"m wrothless because of it.