One last thing to do

No matter how soon or how much more of this year I’ll see, I really want to do one more thing. I’ll have to buy another cheap tattoo kit like the one I had before and take the risk of attempting it with the hand I don’t normally write with. But I want “I’m not human” written on my arm. I at least want it known when I die what my main problem was and that sums it up. I took a chance earlier and put my soul crushing experience on a very public forum just to vent it out that yes I am hurt, broken and shattered to be written off as stupid and crazy instead of just being accepted as a human being with the mental and emotional ability to love. Story of my life is I do not count as a human being. I’m so far less than that there’s no word or way to describe just how low I am to everyone else.