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.