Hello Ozzy: Your post was of interest to me because I often feel the same way about myself. I sometimes think of myself as being a defective product on an assembly line... kind-of like what we refer to in automobiles as a "lemon". I was just put together wrong to begin with & there's just no way to fix the problem. Unfortunately, the quality control inspector was in the "can" when I passed by the inspection station. So I ended up getting "shipped out" along with the good product...

I've read a few books with regard to Borderline Personality Disorder & I'm personally convinced, when I was younger, I could have been diagnosed with BPD. Now that I'm older, however, my condition has simply deteriorated into a long-standing major depression & generalized anxiety disorder, along with an overlay of Gender Identity Disorder.

I know I have no soul. The center of my being is similar to the center of the Milky Way galaxy. At the center is a Black Hole... Supposedly nothing that falls into it can escape from a Black Hole. So eventually I'll be sucked down into oblivion. I'll just fade away like the Cheshire Cat, leaving nothing behind but my grimace... ()