If one were to define my[1] life in a single word, it'd probably be the word "failure." It wasn’t self-loathing or putting myself down out of self-hatred. It was simply the plain truth. Perhaps any third-party out there would give a similar answer. 0

If one were to stop people walking down the street and ask them about my life, ten out of ten, a hundred out of a hundred… would surely say that I lived a failed life. 0

That was how far removed my life was from what people considered normal in society. 0

I couldn't really remember, but I felt like I was the same even as a child. 0

Even when bigger, stronger kids showed off and bullied me, I just thought it was natural because I was strange, lacking, small, different, stupid, and I didn’t have what they had. 0

I simply believed that was how things were supposed to be. Of course, sometimes I felt angry and furious at the unfairness of it, but I never dared to express it or speak it out loud. I had long realized that nothing would...0