Special

Being raised in special ed was great.  As usual, we were taught things that don't exist and punished me if anything happened.  I had to have friends for my IEP.   I worked very hard to get rid of the IEP, and I finally did at 16, but I was toast by then.  I was behind the other students.  See, when you take tests as a special person, your best guess counts, and we'll each pass our papers in and be passed to the next grade.

Everyone knows who is worthless. 

Yes, masters.  I have issues with submission and dominance.  I think they're funny now.  When the goons had me in the dark, I thought I was the only one.

Oh well

Nobody likes me.  I know.  It's because of me.  Bye.

If only I could jump higher...
My fatass would create a crater where humanity would drown.

I will be known to the moon.

Even my exboyfriend told me I needed to interact with humanity.  Then the trouble with the internet began.

My mom calls me "genius child" because I end up in these situations.

It will be me.  It was interesting being split off from myself and have not-not thoughts.  How does that even happen?

Then I get into it with Putin (I kid you not), they all attacked me for show.  I want that place on hideaway and to hide.  I hate humanity.

+Bitct-fit over+