I know how to communicate with people.
I know how to pleasure a woman.
I know how to perform CPR and the Heimlich maneuver.
I know how to build a computer.
I know how to write programs.
I know how to be happy for the rest of my life.
I know how to write novels and symphonies.
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Theoretically, anyway.
When I'm depressed, I eat.
I'm depressed a lot of the time.
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When I'm lonely, I am depressed.
I have been emotionally and physically alone for most of my formative years, which, unsurprisingly, carries over to my adult life.
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How do you describe being "sheltered" to people who have all had some form of social life imposed upon them - whether for better or for worse - and then explain that that sheltering wasn't intentional?
Fuck fuck fuck.
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Burning out in your early 20s sucks ass in ways that are just ... unfair.
