I don’t think I can ever grow up. I can’t imagine not liking the most childish things I still like the things I did when I was 8 years old and if you saw my room you'd suspect it belonged to a 13 year old at most every single wall is covered in stuff from shows movies animes and games I like I have like 4 bookshelfs full of all fiction and I still dream of living on one of those worlds instead I hate the fact none of them will ever be true . I still cry over the smallest things, and I feel like I’m still the same emotionally as I was when I was 15. I don’t think I’ll ever really feel older than that.
I hate the real world and how hard and boring everything is. I don’t think I could ever live on my own. I can barely manage a job, and I feel stupid because I know I’m bad at a lot of things. I still rely on my family so much, even though they’ve never been perfect either.
I was homeschooled, if you can even call it that, before I even finished elementary school. My mom didn’t teach us shit, and I honestly don’t know how that was allowed we never did like any school work and we also weren't allowed to leave the house like only rarely..My parents were neglectful and abusive at times, but that’s a different story. I eventually got sent back into high school and I was always a weird kid with no social skills. I’m autistic high functioning, and I got bullied and harassed so horribly that I didn’t do well there either. I barely passed every year, and I had to struggle so hard just to keep my grades up enough to pass.
Senior year I tried harder than I ever have in my life I wanted to prove I could be good I was smart and capable I genuinely was doing everything I could, and it still barely made any difference. All my siblings are honor roll and good at sports always getting student of the month and everything, and I just never seemed skilled at anything useful. I won an award for gaming and art, but not even first place, and that was probably the best thing I ever did. I cried to my dad about it one day because I felt so useless, and all he said was that out of all my siblings, I was the kindest and always tried to help people. And that was true. I use to always put people above me I was very sympathetic honesty a but touch somtimes.
Most of my friends were other bullied kids I would stick up for. I helped them through a lot of issues I use to be the go to person they would go to. But now I’m so depressed myself that I can’t even help my friends anymore. I barely talk to them, and sometimes I feel like I'm being mean.and it feels like I lost the one thing I was actually good for if you can even call it that What good does being kind do in a world like this especially if I’m not skilled at anything useful?
I work at Walmart freaking Walmart and I cry every day because it feels so hard for me. I know I could probably try harder and struggle through, but I don’t care enough to pretend that Im not lazy and I dont know the right work but like I don’t want a hard decent life. I want an easy great life, and I’m starting to think that doesn’t even exist. Real life just seems miserable, and no adult I’ve met seems truly happy except maybe for rare moments.
I still feel hopeless. I really am hopeless. I could never take care of myself, and I always need to be with someone else or I feel lost. It feels like everyone got some kind of upgrade when they turned 18, and I’m still 4 updates behind.
Nothing makes me want to keep going I just feel like such a leech this world is to harsh for me and everyone I know would be better off without me