Misunderstandings.

My whole life has been nothing but a series of misunderstandings. I try to be a better person and do the right things but there's always trouble looking at me from a distance ready to attack. Let's just put it this way; if I got to have one wish it would be to not be a fuck-up for one day. Like not even a fucked-up thought, just clear minded. Not worrying all the time about this and that. But then again those fuck ups lead me to writing it all down for one fucking hilarious story. I don't know what to say. Maybe I am just nothing but a slacker who does dumb shit because he's stoned all the time, but if you really look passed all of that I'm really just a misunderstood guy. 

For example this one time I saw this mentally-challenged kid walking to class with his hands full. One big binder on his left hand, a large instrument in the same hand, another slightly smaller binder, and his lunch box in the other. So I did what any other person would do I went to go help him. Afterwards I was so proud of myself for doing a good deed. Well at least that was until my world geography teacher comes to me and says:

"Justin, what was that?" she says with rage.
"Nothing, I was just helping him." I respond.
"Really? Then why were you just taking all of his stuff and then laughing at his face?" 
"I was helping.."
"Yeah, yeah save it for the dean."

I ended up getting suspended. Every time I try to do good, something stops me and spirals the situation around. It's fucked up but that's just my life.