I know how ya feel charlie, I'm stilll doing that too. XD
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Despite all the bad things that kept happening, there were always times where I couldn’t help but laugh. Sometimes I’d trip, yeah, but that got me a reputation for being clumsy amongst the few friends I have. If I managed to go the day without spilling something or tripping, they’d say it was a miracle and laugh. I found it funny too, so of course I’d laugh with them. Even though deep inside I was upset with myself for not being able to do things that others could do with ease, I just accepted it as being me.

I couldn’t throw a ball straight no matter how hard I tried.
I couldn’t write neatly, cursive or print, even if I tried.
I couldn’t stand straight without needing to lean on something all the time.
I couldn’t fall without falling on my face- my hands didn’t want to reach out to brace myself.
I couldn’t take a sip from a cup without half of it spilling down my face.

But this was me- this is what I am used to. I don’t know what it’s like to break your fall with your hands, to jump and land without locking your knees and the whole impact coursing through your body painfully. I don’t know what it’s like to have good balance, or good motor control. The only world that I know of is my world- where certain touches, smells, and sensations will drive me insane and make me sick or feel pain, where my balance and coordination make simple tasks hard.

It’s only me, after all, isn’t it? There’s no way anyone else could have the same problems as me, right? I'm just this weird kid who does everything wrong, no one else cares, do they?



…Wrong, I found out.