Venting I can never die for I have never lived.

[Wordsmith]

It amazes me what people take for granted. I do not care if they are poor, struggling, living in slums—if they had a good childhood, have a loving family, parents who were there for them, experienced love—they are like perfect to me. I envy them so.

So what if I get good grades, speak eloquently, or can think for myself. I can't even express how I feel except to myself. Something is wrong with me, and nobody ever cared. Now I am alone, left to my despair.

 

[JealousOfTheElderly]

Nothing is wrong with you. You are human. A Human living in a world that is a "perfect imperfection".
I care because I understand. I have always been where you are.
Despair is not the answer.
One day, something better awaits us. But for now, we have to endure, suffer, learn our lessons until "graduation day" (our death beds.)

"In death, life echoes. In life, death calls."