I took a drive to clear my mind.
No, seriously, I actually took a drive to clear my mind. Not the "I'll just sit here and brood" kind of drive, but a nice drive, where I had to worry about real things, like the old lady riding my bumper for going the speed limit, or driving over a stupid child riding their bike in Ambridge. You know, the real stuff in life.
I realized something. I don't need to be limited by what I've been told. I don't need to listen to the lies I have grown up believing. I AM likable. I WILL have a girl finally like, or maybe even love me. People DO respect me. I HAVE real friends; no one is my friend because they pity me. And probably most importantly, I WILL NEVER die alone and broken and I AM NOT a despicable excuse for a human being.
While that is said, I still cannot take the horror of living in this house, being told these things on a daily basis. One day, perhaps, I will find someone who loves me enough to take me away from all of this.
Or maybe I won't.