Lazyandtalentless
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The consequences of my evil inkwell actions:
Early Childhood:
- I was born into an abusive, impoverished children’s home, more like an orphanage than a place where anyone cared.
- The staff ignored me, and the other kids bullied me. I never felt safe, never felt loved.
- Every time someone came to adopt, it was never me. They looked at me and turned away. No family wanted me in their home, no foster parents ever considered me.
- I learned early on that I wasn’t good enough for love, not even a second glance.
Elementary School:
- I went to school, but it wasn’t any better. Kids there laughed at me for being awkward and quiet.
- I never had nice clothes or a packed lunch like the other kids. Everything I did made me stand out in the worst way.
- After school, I’d return to the children’s home, where I was either ignored or bullied by the other kids.
- The staff didn’t care about me, and neither did anyone else. I started to believe I wasn’t worth caring about.
Middle School:
- Girls avoided me like I was invisible, or worse, something to laugh at. The boys bullied me for my looks and the way I acted.
- Even the teachers didn’t step in. I was just a “troubled kid” to them, not someone worth helping.
High School:
- People whispered about me, spread rumors, and avoided me like I didn’t exist.
- I never went to dances, never had friends to sit with at lunch, never heard anyone say a kind word to me.
- Any time I tried to talk to someone or make a connection, it ended in rejection or laughter.
Adulthood:
- Society sees me as a failure, but nobody ever ask why. They just judge me, mock me, and moved on.
- Every attempt to share my pain was met with ridicule. I was called “whiny,” “entitled,” or worse.
- People will make fun of my looks, my autism, my existence. Every interaction remind me of how little I matter to anyone.
So when people tell me I’m suffering the consequences of my actions, I have to ask—what actions? What did I do as a neglected child in an abusive home to deserve this? What did I do as a bullied, isolated kid to deserve a life of pain? I never had a choice. Society made me who I am, and now they punish me for it.
Early Childhood:
- I was born into an abusive, impoverished children’s home, more like an orphanage than a place where anyone cared.
- The staff ignored me, and the other kids bullied me. I never felt safe, never felt loved.
- Every time someone came to adopt, it was never me. They looked at me and turned away. No family wanted me in their home, no foster parents ever considered me.
- I learned early on that I wasn’t good enough for love, not even a second glance.
Elementary School:
- I went to school, but it wasn’t any better. Kids there laughed at me for being awkward and quiet.
- I never had nice clothes or a packed lunch like the other kids. Everything I did made me stand out in the worst way.
- After school, I’d return to the children’s home, where I was either ignored or bullied by the other kids.
- The staff didn’t care about me, and neither did anyone else. I started to believe I wasn’t worth caring about.
Middle School:
- Girls avoided me like I was invisible, or worse, something to laugh at. The boys bullied me for my looks and the way I acted.
- Even the teachers didn’t step in. I was just a “troubled kid” to them, not someone worth helping.
High School:
- People whispered about me, spread rumors, and avoided me like I didn’t exist.
- I never went to dances, never had friends to sit with at lunch, never heard anyone say a kind word to me.
- Any time I tried to talk to someone or make a connection, it ended in rejection or laughter.
Adulthood:
- Society sees me as a failure, but nobody ever ask why. They just judge me, mock me, and moved on.
- Every attempt to share my pain was met with ridicule. I was called “whiny,” “entitled,” or worse.
- People will make fun of my looks, my autism, my existence. Every interaction remind me of how little I matter to anyone.
So when people tell me I’m suffering the consequences of my actions, I have to ask—what actions? What did I do as a neglected child in an abusive home to deserve this? What did I do as a bullied, isolated kid to deserve a life of pain? I never had a choice. Society made me who I am, and now they punish me for it.