I don't know. I was always a smart kid. I was in the beta club, I did all kinds of tutoring programs to help other kids, I was in the rocket club. Until mental illness struck me. Then, I lost interest in it all. If I hadn't... who knows? Maybe I'd have stuck with the beta club and got a scholarship to some fancy school, the likes of which I can only dream of now. I try not to think about it. Strangely, it triggers my depression further because I blame myself a lot for not continuing down that path. I might have been heavily bullied for it, but oh, the things I could have done..

I know for certain that I would not be living where I am now. And even if I was, I'm sure I'd handle it a lot better.