Hello

I'm the disordered one. I never asked to be like this.

Throughout my life, I've been misunderstood, ridiculed and persecuted. From what I can tell, it's not all been my fault.

I'm not like other people. Other people figure this out in seconds. Because I'm not like other people, I must be identified, marginalised and destroyed. They've yet to succeed in the last action. But many times, it's been close.

They don't know what I have. A personality disorder, maybe, or Asperger syndrome. The tests are inconclusive.

A lot of people think they are lonely and disliked. I know, I've heard about them telling all their friends. A lot of people also say they are depressed , until someone pays them some attention, after which the depression vanishes. My life is not like this. I tried to have friends. I got it wrong. I check out all the signs for moderate-to-severe depression. Nothing has been any comfort to me so far.

So if you want to know what it's really like to be alone and unhappy, you should read this blog. I can't promise you'll be in any way uplifted. Or that you'll even have any liking or sympathy for me. But what you will get is the truth.

Because this is what life is really like.