I hate myself so much. I've hurt people when I never wanted to.
I have never told people about the one disability that ruins me. I have Astburges.
"Asperger syndrome is an autism spectrum disorder (ASD) considered to be on the “high functioning” end of the spectrum. Affected children and adults have difficulty with social interactions and exhibit a restricted range of interests and/or repetitive behaviors."
Yes, it is petty to blame a disability that is hard to control for all the pain I caused, but it is true. Yes, it sounds like I'm making up this, but I've had been diagnosed with this disability 4 years ago. But yes, my disabilities are not the entire problem on why I have acted so poorly to others.
I don't know how to socially interact with people. I don't know how people see me because people do not tell me.
But a few months ago I was told about how I acted. My friend who I have hurt has told me I am forceful. I am pushy, clingy, and I don;t think before I say. I'm like a bad fanfiction writer and looking back at what I wrote, I am ashamed of myself. I am disgusted in myself. I hate myself so much.
People never tell me what I'm like expect for the normal "Sweet, caring, nice and cute."
I do feel jealous, I do feel angry. And I took my actions too far to the point of harassing people and ruining their days.
I am sorry. I am sorry to those I have hurt. I am sorry to those I have broken trust with. I am sorry to the people I have forced to do things that they didn't want to. I am sorry for being a bully.
This is my fault that I have harassed my old friend who I once cared for. I would have never done it. But after the friendship was over I was told what kind of person I was, and I ignored it. I wanted to think it wasn't my fault for losing my best friend when I've lost so many.
I am tired of hurting people. I am trying to control myself. I just need help. I can't do it by myself. I want people to be honest with me.
I am a clingy person because I just want people to talk to and have fun with. I can't just "let go" of things. To me, it's like telling a person with anxiety to "Get over it." Yes I still want to be friends with people who I spent more than 2 years getting to know. I miss them so much. But it is clear that they want nothing to do with me.
I know forgiveness is not easy. But that's all I ask.
I am sorry for everything. I promise to be out of your hair. I promise to never speak with you again. Thank you for your time...
I hope you understand where I am coming from.