Just when I thought I was learning to accept myself for all the things I have a long past of hating myself over (gender, sexuality, race, and neurodivergence), it just really hasn't gotten to that point where I can truly embrace this. I'm afraid that the one life I was given was as an autistic, black, pansexual enby, and there's nothing I can do about that.

I will never be normal, and no, that's not okay. I don't believe I will truly ever be able to be content like this. I'm far too different from the norm for life to be compatible for someone like me. I feel like I'm not actually meant to exist. I feel like I'm an experiment where I'm intended to be everything that a human being is not supposed to be.

As long as I will continue being this way (and, unfortunately, I will), there's gonna be a reason to question how much comfort I can find in life, and when it hits me that the world will never be for people like me, I question how I can make my life work.

I'm forever to be disgusting, filthy, broken, freakish, incompetent, abnormal, inferior, and a detriment to society's own comfort, and that's just in my nature, so no, I don't think I can make my life work.