Can't Wait For Tomorrow

A perfect description of normal is to be the same as the rest. That's what normal is, normal doesn't stay the same, it changes the same as people lives.

I have a problem and it's not normal. It's my eyes, or more specifically my brain. I have a perfect vision. 20/20. I never over use my eyes or neglect personal care.

But why. When I look towards other people's faces. I can't recognize anyone. Yes, I can't see faces. I have been diagnosed with prosopagnosia ever since I was a kid.

My parents kept wondering why I was always crying in their arms, always going berserk. This kept going on for years.

Until when they had enough they went to the doctor for a checkup. If the problem was me, or my body. Sure enough it was my body.

The doctors explained to my anxious parents. They asked if there were any cure or treatment to help me better, to which there was only a way to adapt.

For a few years it was only training, therapy and counseling. Since then I can recognize people by only their voice, smell or size.

Most of the time it was voice, I guess It would be weird if somebody tried to smell you so that they could remember you.

I have friends of course. I'm not the type who would stay in his house and be moe on how his life sucks because he can't see the faces of the people he love.

Most of the time, I stay at home and upload Youtube videos. I got like a million subscribers. I mostly do covers, and upload some of my daily life. I'm kinda like Youtube famous.

Anyway, back to my life. I mostly stay at home and read. I've always loved reading, with reading I can try to make up faces of those characters in the book.

Reading gives me a chance to be alone and be myself.

'That's enough reading for today' I sighed and closed the book. Reaching towards the desk and placed the book.

I closed my eyes and got ready for my first day of school tomorrow, oh and I might've forgotten to tell you. I've been homeschooled since I was born or maybe since I learned how to speak. Ok maybe not when I was actually able to learn, but because of a certain incident. But you get my point.

So again to clear up misunderstandings. I'm not brain dead or is my not being able to recognize is related to stupidness. I might have bad eyes but I have a damn good memory.

Tomorrow's my big day so I need to sleep early, I hope to make many friends and live my high school life with fun.

'Goodnight Marshall! Its your big day tomorrow!' I muttered to myself, my eyelids felt heavy, as if under a spell I quickly fell asleep.