That I will be first, second or third, in anyone's life but my own
That I am the only one who rarely sees outside of myself
That my needs and wants matter to anyone but me
That the confusion will ever end...it will always be there in varying degrees
That there is help, assistance outside of myself. I'm not looking anymore for things that don't really exist except in myth. If I can't do it, it doesn't get done
I'm done trying to fit in.
I don't believe that I will Ever be even marginally mainstream. I just don't care to try anymore.
I don't believe in the amount of work necessary to get people to understand me.
I no longer want to fit in anywhere, lost cause
I'm done with stupid wishes and dreams
No body speaks for me but me
I will not count on you, as you cannot count on me
Life is brutal, so what?
In almost fifty years, I've realized some things will change, some will not.
I'm at my limit. I can accept that.
I don't care what anyone else thinks or feels...we are even now
I am the only universe I know and understand
I'm done believing
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