I'm tired of pretending everything's okay. My family thinks I'm excited to start college, but I feel nothing, just a fear I've felt before whenever someone mentions anything school-related. Every humiliation I endured in those places (school environments) comes flooding back, making me feel like that scared, lonely nine-year-old again. I'm not really passionate about anything, so I chose art to be my career, and I know I won't even pass the general exam because I'm an idiot who doesn't have energy to do anything. I wasn't meant to live this long, I wasn't made to be this age. I'm nothing. I'm an empty shell that just slides through life like a godamn slug. I don't contribute anything to the world and I never will. What's the point of living if I'm physically of enjoying it?