Eyes On the Roll
Bluelighter
I know there's something wrong.. I've known it since as far back as I can remember.
I vaguely remember sitting in my room at the young age of 9, with a kitchen knife, a pad and a pen, writing out my will, ready to stab through my thoracic cavity. I even remember earlier than that. My earliest memory is that of me being chased by two supposed "friends". The pursuit ended atop of a playground fortress. I was walking backwards, facing my pursuers, when I stepped over the edge. It ended with a compound fractured femur, and a vague memory of betrayal that has followed me to this day. I was barely 3 and a half years old, and I remember every second.
I know that I fall on the upper spectrum of intelligence, because I've tested so when I was 6 years old, (supposed gifted children were sent to testing, at recommendation of the teacher). I have also never been able to connect with anyone, not my siblings, and not even my parents in the slightest.
I've also been a failure, thus far, due to adhd tendencies (hyperactive, boredom, can't focus). I do not live up to my siblings.. who have also tested above the spectrum of normal intelligence, and have been enormously successful (one is 6 years younger than me).
I have the wits, and I'm extremely smart; I know I am. I just can't apply it. I've tried to focus on things such as science, literature, and music. I just get so bored that I loose interest, and I'm stuck at square one ,with a small knowledge for a broad array of subjects.
I just can't focus.. and it's killing me. I'm 22 years old now, and I don't know what to do. I can't feel, I can't interact, and I can't form substantial relationships. I'm just. not. there. I can't keep living this parasitic lifestyle, I have to act. I don't know what I want to do, and I don't know if I ever will.
I promise to whatever Gods you worship, that I am not depressed; but if I am to be this way for the rest of my life, than I might as well just end it now, because I know the cycle.
I really don't know what to do, and for once in my life, I'm asking for help. I really fucking need help right now, because it's just going to be the same old cycle over, and over again. What should I do? I'm so narcissistic, that I never took any psychoanalysts suggestions to heart. I know I won't now. It's always been me, me, me. If anyone's ever disagreed with me, than it's always been what I've thought.
I'm really hurting inside.. and have been since before I can remember. I've just never been able to express it in words, I've been too proud too.
I really need help.
I vaguely remember sitting in my room at the young age of 9, with a kitchen knife, a pad and a pen, writing out my will, ready to stab through my thoracic cavity. I even remember earlier than that. My earliest memory is that of me being chased by two supposed "friends". The pursuit ended atop of a playground fortress. I was walking backwards, facing my pursuers, when I stepped over the edge. It ended with a compound fractured femur, and a vague memory of betrayal that has followed me to this day. I was barely 3 and a half years old, and I remember every second.
I know that I fall on the upper spectrum of intelligence, because I've tested so when I was 6 years old, (supposed gifted children were sent to testing, at recommendation of the teacher). I have also never been able to connect with anyone, not my siblings, and not even my parents in the slightest.
I've also been a failure, thus far, due to adhd tendencies (hyperactive, boredom, can't focus). I do not live up to my siblings.. who have also tested above the spectrum of normal intelligence, and have been enormously successful (one is 6 years younger than me).
I have the wits, and I'm extremely smart; I know I am. I just can't apply it. I've tried to focus on things such as science, literature, and music. I just get so bored that I loose interest, and I'm stuck at square one ,with a small knowledge for a broad array of subjects.
I just can't focus.. and it's killing me. I'm 22 years old now, and I don't know what to do. I can't feel, I can't interact, and I can't form substantial relationships. I'm just. not. there. I can't keep living this parasitic lifestyle, I have to act. I don't know what I want to do, and I don't know if I ever will.
I promise to whatever Gods you worship, that I am not depressed; but if I am to be this way for the rest of my life, than I might as well just end it now, because I know the cycle.
I really don't know what to do, and for once in my life, I'm asking for help. I really fucking need help right now, because it's just going to be the same old cycle over, and over again. What should I do? I'm so narcissistic, that I never took any psychoanalysts suggestions to heart. I know I won't now. It's always been me, me, me. If anyone's ever disagreed with me, than it's always been what I've thought.
I'm really hurting inside.. and have been since before I can remember. I've just never been able to express it in words, I've been too proud too.
I really need help.
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