I've been stuck between a rock and a hard place. Honestly, I'm starting to think this is just my life motto. Like a broken record, I keep getting told I'm the problem, the source of all evil, the reason why the world can't function.

*Cue the dramatic music and the slow-motion zoom of my face in a melodramatic film.*

It's like everyone has gone full-on conspiracy theorist on me! The whole world seems to be conspiring against my existence. I'm a complete and utter failure, apparently. A loser, a fool, the last to catch on to anything. If I were a character in a movie, I'd be that one that everyone thinks is useless and then gets a "redemption arc" that makes everyone realize they were wrong.

Yeah, I'm waiting on that redemption arc. It's taking forever.

The worst part? The world can't be wrong! I mean, *I* am the one who's always dragging this emotional baggage around, causing headaches, and...