Never been diagnosed, but lurking on here and hearing how you all feel has touched me so close to home. I know deep down that I'm a good-hearted, kind person who deserves to be happy... yet, I am neglectful and I tend to subconsciously isolate people. I push them away and make them hate me. I just want ONE person, who'll look me in the eyes when I am feeling low and say to me; it's okay, I understand. No one does though! I love the way I think and I see myself as an intellectual, but it all comes at a cost and for as much as I think original, and creative... my relationships suffer.

It can be so incredibly lonely sometimes. I am nice to people and I empathize because I know what it's like to go through hell and back, but as much as I give I don't receive, because it's never enough for me and there's always doubt in me.

I sabotage myself.

22 years on this planet though, and I'm still here, so I know I am strong and am a fighter. Though I really need people who understand, cos the loneliness eats away at me from the inside.