
SecularNeo-Khazar
Mixedcell
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I can only speak fluently when I repeat thougths I had spent hours on contemplating or the topic is one of those I thougth about myself for days.
I can't do simple math. I always repeat the same mistakes.
I can't write an essay right. I can't interpret and read the text on a lesson right.
I can't behave as people want me to. Whatever I do there's always a problem, either I'm too quiet or to loud or something. Sometimes I wonder if I know what formal attire looks like, I wouldn't be surprised
I repeat myself every time
I have problems with searching up information on websites. I don't have a clue what documentation I should prepare to apply to an university.
I can't do my hair decently. In the mirror when I move my hands, they always end up not where I need them to, I'm confused as hell.
I can't do anything right. Not even the simplest of task done by me have zero flaws. I have problems cutting meat, onions, apples etc.
I stutter. I have a speech defect after my father.
I can't do sports like others, I was always the worse, I was always on the buttom, I was always chosen last, I was always made fun of, I was always the worst in class. Foids waited until we finished, so every foid saw me get wrecked.
I was bullied. Not the way they show on tv, called names, looked badly upon or treated coldly. NO! I was abused physically. If I was avarage I would propably have avoided this.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I don't even know why I exist.
With each day my depression cames back as it was once. It comes and then goes away and then comes back again.
The furthest point of me doing something in the direction of kiling myself was lying down on the street once for a few seconds. If I wasn't stupid I would be able to cope, but I can't even lie to myself. I hope that eventually it will happen.
I can't do simple math. I always repeat the same mistakes.
I can't write an essay right. I can't interpret and read the text on a lesson right.
I can't behave as people want me to. Whatever I do there's always a problem, either I'm too quiet or to loud or something. Sometimes I wonder if I know what formal attire looks like, I wouldn't be surprised
I repeat myself every time
I have problems with searching up information on websites. I don't have a clue what documentation I should prepare to apply to an university.
I can't do my hair decently. In the mirror when I move my hands, they always end up not where I need them to, I'm confused as hell.
I can't do anything right. Not even the simplest of task done by me have zero flaws. I have problems cutting meat, onions, apples etc.
I stutter. I have a speech defect after my father.
I can't do sports like others, I was always the worse, I was always on the buttom, I was always chosen last, I was always made fun of, I was always the worst in class. Foids waited until we finished, so every foid saw me get wrecked.
I was bullied. Not the way they show on tv, called names, looked badly upon or treated coldly. NO! I was abused physically. If I was avarage I would propably have avoided this.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I don't even know why I exist.
With each day my depression cames back as it was once. It comes and then goes away and then comes back again.
The furthest point of me doing something in the direction of kiling myself was lying down on the street once for a few seconds. If I wasn't stupid I would be able to cope, but I can't even lie to myself. I hope that eventually it will happen.