My attempt at Sherlock's past – Probably around 14 (angry and hormonal Sherlock ... GREAT)

Dear diary,

Id like to point out now i feel a little girlish writing in this thing and the phrase dear diary makes me want to literally puke in my mouth but it is a tradition that in order to 'sort out my head' as my mum puts it , i have chosen to stick with.

Hmmm ... what do you even write? What am i feeling? I don't really feel? I am probably supposed to feel something concerning the events of the last week or so but i just don't as it has all taught me that feeling and caring helps or saves no-one. It is thought and action that saves people ... if only i had known that sooner.

This last week would've have been described as the worst of there life by anyone else that could have had the misfortune to experience it but as far as i am concerned it is no more than a learning curb.

I have learnt that caring and loving my father never stopped him running off with his little whore and leaving his devoted wife to bring up a teenage boy alone. I have learnt that caring about getting good grades would not mean anyone would appreciate this and leave me be to do well in my studies. I have learnt that loving my brother would not stop him from running off to live deep in the centre of the city with his precious with

And finally i have learnt that above all else that declaring your undying love for your best friend would only result in a large group of boys kicking , quite frankly , the shit out of you for being , and i quote 'a fucking homo'.

Idiots i told myself and it was after this...altercation that i decided feelings and emotions were more hindering than they were helpful and so i am going to simply stop feeling anything at all.

It was becoming surprisingly easily, after just a few days, to look at things from purely intellectual and logical point of view and completely ignore the few emotional issues that may pop up in my mind from time to time.

SHERLOCK

Dear diary,

It took only a few weeks for people to begin labelling my new found and fairly comfortably persona. I was always quite socially awkward and now i did not feel? Sociopath was what they came up with and it almost felt right. A bit offensive but i do not feel so i simply ignored taunting and got on with my school work.

School work is boring and pointless but it is no trouble to do compared to inevitable trouble id be in if i stopped. Besides once in a while there comes a topic in any lesson that stretches my mind. I like them.

I spend all my spare time reading as i don't really have friends any more and mother is at work all the time. I sit in a chair for hours on end and finished a 900 page book in just a couple of hours. And when the book is finished i do homework , i write in this diary , i cook dinner , i even read the first parts of murder mystery books then try and work out who killed who whilst only using a very limited amount of information. Anything to keep my mind occupied.

Mother came home earlier and as she walked in the door i was talking allowed, trying to solve a case from a book as well as cooking dinner and doing some trigonometry.

"You need to slow down dear, you're only a child." She said

"What ever do you mean?" i replied innocently as i could.

"You're a bit to ... umm" She paused clearly looking for the words." High functioning, for someone of your age. I know your intelligen..." She rambled on for ages but it was the words high functioning that causes something to click inside me. They along with a certain other word described me perfectly.

Today is the day i officially become a 'High-Functioning Sociopath'.