#some malarkey

Anyways I really can't wait to fail this class a second time. I love not being disabled enough to get help but not neurotypical enough to not need help. I love knowing I'll never get any help and I'll never be able to ask for it since I have one of the pointless issues and I did "so well in high school" despite literally not taking senior year English because I broke down at the end of Junior year. I love knowing I'm always going to struggle and that it's never gonna get fucking better and I'll never be able to see a positive future or even really think of my life any more than a few hours ahead. /s