Sometimes it’s hard not to wonder. To wonder why it’s me? There is such thing as biological normality, it’s a real thing, so how did I break that?
The chances are odd, rare, impossible even. Life itself shouldn’t even exist, yet here I am, a person who couldn’t even form right.
There’s no reason it should be me, there’s no purpose, I’m just one person with a dominant gene that won’t give in.
A baby shouldn’t be capable of life, the earth should have never been able to form, there’s no reason I shouldn’t have been able to develop normally.
Why me? What good will it do? There’s no purpose to it, I’m just me, and it is just me too.
November 24, 2013