Certain people in my life have been making my life a living hell, and it's all come to a boiling point today. I got accused of harassment, and the people who informed me won't tell me what I did so I can properly address it at a meeting this upcoming Wednesday. I am pretty certain I know who complained about me, let's call her P. P and her friends have been launching a raging hate campaign against me, talking about me behind my back and shit. They were in the same group I got the complaint in. I just can't fucking deal with this anymore. I lost one of my last few safe places.

P, if you see this, I hope you're happy. I try so hard to make people happy, I just can't manage to do it no matter how hard I try. Not to blame it, but my autism is part of the reason I say some odd things. Same goes for my tourettes. But I guess I'm not neurotypical enough for a bunch of neurodivergent folks in a group about accepting all kinds of neurodiversities. So, P, I hope you have a good life knowing you ruined a place where I felt at home while being hours away from my actual home, which isn't even much of a home to begin with.

I fucking wish I was neurotypical, because I wouldn't have so many issues, but at this point, I don't care anymore.

You won, P. I'm sorry I hurt you, whatever I did. I wish you nothing but the best.