Why am I being punished? I did nothing wrong. My kid did. My kid gets suspended, so I should suffer? That makes absolutely no fucking sons. It’s not easy being disabled. Having to rely on others for everything. And when they don’t feel like helping you, you are shit out of lucky luck. And no one’s going to cry for you. And at some point you get sick of crying for yourself. I hate being disabled. I don’t want to be this broken person anymore. I want to have legs that work. Hands that work. I don’t want to have to ask others to feed me. Why do I bother existing? Because I tried to be an inspiration. But who am I getting inspiration to? I don’t even know if any of my words get read anymore. How can I expect to inspire anyone? What’s the point of having a high IQ? I can’t use it? Not really. Yeah you can fight with total strangers on social media and you kind of get a dopamine fix from that, but you also are smart enough to know half the time you’re fighting with a robot. So what do you do? You go on WordPress and you write a page on your website. Because it just seems like the right thing to do!