Today’s one of those days that I don’t love my life. I’m just so frustrated that I can’t express myself the way I want to.
I love writing but when I write academic papers other people can’t understand my brilliant incites because my ideas are disorganized in their view. It seems to be the common thread in my life.
At times I feel that my entire world is repressed and that no one is similar to me. I become paranoid around other people and I just feel afraid.