Dear World

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by TheEdgysaurus

by TheEdgysaurus

Finally, now that the finalists have been chosen I can breathe. I'm going to write it now, because I didn't want my name NEAR the competition. I just didn't want to post it. Now I can.

Dear World,

What if I have twenty secrets? What if I have forty? Maybe even one hundred? Will you accept that? Apparently not. I'm not autistic. Autistic people aren't selfish. I'm not selfish. I've never dated anyone in my life. Will you accept that? I'm depressed right now. Well, barely depressed. Resentful. You're so stupid. I'm not angry for just me. I'm angry for every person on this planet. Because to you, everyone needs to be perfect. Why? I want to be me. Why can't you accept that, really? I have so many questions, and I'll never get answers. They judge me and scorn me and treat me like a little piece of trash. I'm an angry person who just likes to be pessimistic. And then they think I'm a Debby Downer, and they automatically think being a Debby Downer makes you depressed. What type of logic is that?

I also remember this moment, I told someone I liked my tutor (who was a girl). She straight out fucking asked me, "Is that legal?" Of course that's legal. You homophobic IDIOT! She kept on persisting I was doing something illegal for days on end, on end, on end. I wanted it to end. People would look at me weird. My only fridnd would have to threaten people so they would shut the fuck up. She's still my friend. I have two friends. I may exaggerate my loneliness, but I have friends. It ended after a while, but why do people have to be brainless idiots? Why are people so closed minded? Bhagwan, such a lovely person. He's never talked about. Ever. Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. A cult leader. It's not even a cult. He was so kind. So accepting of everyone. Every religion, race, sexuality. He would never accept this.

This was in 4th grade, by the way. Maybe you should teach the children about more than race, hm? Because it seems these children think it's okay to shatter innocent people's romantic dreams. As a fourth grader.

Not-so-love, Alesha

P.S. Have as many secrets as you want.