As a teenager and through my early twenties, I used to think that me being alone was because the world was full of **** and that I was being graded on how well I conformed. But over the years I’ve begun to see that I’ve failed everyone in my life. I don’t know how to be a real person. I cannot give people what they need. I know the words but I don’t know how to speak the language. And I can no longer delude myself into believing the world is at fault while pretending that I’m not an empty shell of a human being. […]