I never belonged to this life. That’s why I must end it. Same old shit story: uncomfortable in my own skin, and surrounded by people who make me feel less like myself every day. I swear, God must have given me the wrong brain at birth. Or the wrong family.

The wrong life.

I am incompatible with life.

That damn voice again, whispering, always whispering. It’s been wanting to kill me for over 30 years now. If I were a car, I’d be a Gremlin with a cracked windshield and a rear flat tire. Nobody ever thought I’d amount to much, and they were right. I should have been relegated to the junkyard decades ago.

But here I am, spitting out blue exhaust and crawling along on three wheels, about to drive off a cliff. I never belonged here anyway.