I'M Still Me
I'm not as anyone thought I am supposed to be. I'm not as better as anyone as any other
perfectionist than the rest. Just like one of the so-called "wannabes," I'm no poser. I
may not have a girlfriend, but at least I have a mother who loves me a lot. I may have
autism, I may have mild MR, and I may have OCD, but I'm still a human being with a big
heart. I don't care what other, not even these so-called "nay-Sayers," think. God knows
that I have faith in me, and He knows that things are going to be okay. But even though I
have no girlfriend and/or no job and I'm not married right now, the people from my middle
school years and my high school years, it's them that I really feel sorry for. And even
though I'm not in a real relationship right now, it's them that I really feel sorry for,
too. Waiting for someone to come around for years is like waiting for rain to drought:
useless and disappointing.
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