Confession #5, 424
Sometimes I ask - why. God, why. I was born with prognathism, scoliosis, with my lungs so weak I was constantly in and out of hospitals with bronchitis. I don't know why they thought this misshapen three years old sack of flesh was that irresistibly hot. I just don't. I'm 22 now. No job, no pension, no prospects. Nothing but my crooked spine and diagnosed DID. I'm not sure I can handle another year of this. God help me. Show me a way out. Just please, anything.











