I lost my disability a few months ago and my mother and family wouldn't let me live with them. So I had to find a job. I panicked and went to every store of any kind in my town, giving them my really shitty resume with absolutely nothing in it. I did my best during all of this. I shaved and cut my hair and washed every day and put on plain color t-shirts with no sweat marks on them and jeans which didn't end between my knees and ankles and I wore a hat because I didn't know how to do my hair. I managed to find a job at The Bath Splash Showroom off of Freeway Drive. Full-time! Job's pretty chill. No one here knows me. So, it's like a second beginning. It's different from school where everyone hated me, including the teachers. Well except for the guy who got me thrown out of school, who I took the fall for. But, that's another story, oh boy. Generally, I just talk with the coworkers the best I can and do my best to be nice. I try not to creep on any girl who bothers to talk to me, so I don't scare them off. Every time I'm awkward, I just own it instead of getting defensive. Anyway, a year of this goes on and during Christmas, there's a store Christmas dinner. So, I go, because why not? I'm not hated by these people. As the night goes on, I realize that I am not excluded or the butt of everyone's jokes. My coworkers like me. My mom and sister and evn my grandmother are proud I have a full-time job. I feel like I have my shit together. I don't focus on feeling sorry for myself and my aches and pains. You know, I used to think I couldn't work because I couldn't hold an xbox controller for more than 15 minutes. I think I've started the slow climb to being a real human being. Wish me luck. My life is better than yours.