A/N: Yeah, I had no idea what I was doing when I wrote this. Don't worry, it will become clear later on.
I can't wait like this anymore. This loveless life is slowly choking me. Sanity, all but gone. The thoughts have dimmed down thanks to the medicine, but I feel no better than yesterday. Are my thoughts more coherent now? Why do I even bother. I communicate with no one. I am friends with no one. Yet something tells me I am only on the outskirts of "loneliness;" the true terror of "loneliness" will reveal itself shortly to me.
The psychologist still comes every day. I of course seal my lips. My parents I barely remember. No one else is as smart as me. I am an outlier. The only one who can challenge me is being adopted soon. Woe is fucking me. This life I despise, has it any merit? I digress. I find no comfort in my textbooks. They teach things in such complicated ways.
