Hello! I’m me, somebody you’ll never meet or remember since I hate the thought of interactions and impressions. Growing up I’ve always been the promised child, the smart one, the one who’s gonna make it, the one who’s the best! Parents say it, teachers who knew my siblings say it, outside family say it, my scores never prove it, my mind never proves it, and everything damn thing I do never proves it but for some really screwed up reason it’s like everyone is convinced I’ll make it. I don’t believe i will, and I know so. It’s gotten to the point I get mental breakdowns hourly and simply hide it really well. I have the mental stability of an iron wall but the mental exhaustion of a man who wants to die. Which I’ve tried, secretly. The isolation I get knowing my ideals and thoughts and way of processing life are far ahead the rest. Mental exhaustion is worse than holding a knife to your throat. If you see this, don’t give up. Life is painful but try to avoid being like me, Loneliness.