Why oh why can't I be normal? To be able to discern my own actions as clearly as others do, to stop myself from creating tension by my inappropriateness? I am blind, there is no other way to say it. I am a pariah, an outsider, a foreignger, an...ALIEN. Sure, I may walk like all of you, talk like you, look like you, but I'm NOT like any of you. While sociability comes as naturally to you as walking, I struggle with it as though it were irrational numerations. That, coupled with my tender hearted nature means I attempt to please in the bizarrest of ways. To some, I may appear over indulgent. To others, I may appear officious. I am not mincing words when I say I cannot comprehend on social aspects how my behaviour is unwanted or constitutes me "throwing my weight around" and "forcing people to do things they don't want to" as one person so eloquently put it. So, here it is, my plain confession to my weakness, and one that will not easily go away due to its prevalence as part of my mental illness. Therefore I am composing this to the best of my social abilities, and the one message I have is directed to one and only one person: Mylo. To them I say, please, help me percieve the error of my ways. I am a lost and lonely boy who cannot find his way. Please, help him find his way. If you have it in your heart to help him, and help me, please, let me hear your voice. I'm waiting, Mylo.