Defective

Hello. I am defective. That is to say there is nothing obviously wrong with me. When I say I am defective, that means that I can not think like the average person. I am unable to function like every one else. I can not go through life and have all the bad stuff wash over me. It all just pools up in my head and begins to rot. I always go for the worst case scenario. It’s the only thing that makes sense to me. I am still going for it. I know I will end up rejected. It’s fine. I’m going to ask anyways. I know other people have their problems. I know that mine aren’t the biggest in the world. I know mine don’t even come close. I wonder if she lets me hangs around because she pities me. I’m a no one after all. I wish she just hated me. It would be so much easier. Thank you for listening.