Well I guess children are dissociated and weird, trippy. But for me, other kids thought I was weird.. But funny.

Then I became so depressed. One of the most depressed, sitting on the bench, thinking I'm God. Then I'd go inside, put my head down and scribble out perfect math grades, idiot at language arts.

I then.. was in honours for 3 other languages, moved to no where in Canada - I thought "Wtf is this?" .. And "Why am I doing slave things - Why can't I eat toast in the living room". There was always a manipulative narcissist sociopath, present.. Watching over me, instilling as much fear into me as how dark it was in Ireland, school.. Having panic attacks when the bell rang.

I had a good life, but also the most fear like **** of the mind and soul. I'd have to write a book to explain my story.. sorry..