If you really knew me…
You would know that I am dyslexic…
Hyperlexic and dyscalculic...
I have to go to school everyday and do the same work as you, but is so hard. I feel like I am not normal. I feel as I can never live up to any expectations. I am not at the same grade level mentally as the rest of my friends. I fail classes and hate waking up in the morning and there is nothing that I can do about it. I have been called stupid, idiot, retarded, dumb blond, not worthy, mental and everything else that you can think of. I've been called these and many names by my friends, family, and teachers. It hurts. The cuts hurt. And it is a difficult thing to deal with. But is a gift. It is what makes me special. It makes me who I am. And if you think different then you can just go die in a hole.


(WOW I did it)