Yesterday my mom was not happy. I don't know why, but she wasn't. She was yelling and screaming, it wasn't fun. I was really sad and kinda scared. She called me weak and useless...
It's not my fault! It's not like I wanted to be like this! I wish I was normal, but I know I can't. But that's not entirely bad. I like that I'm weird, but... I wish I had more friends. I wish my friends wouldn't leave me.
Sincerely,
The Kid Who Couldn't
