When I was younger, I was told that life was going to be great. I was told that I'm really smart. Everyone believed that I was much much more intelligent than I really was, and they still do. Its not been a long while at all. This is still an ongoing process. But all of other people's opinions of me are based on false premises. I don't really think I've even got a brain anymore. I'm just a mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake. I shouldn't have ever existed. I'm starting to wonder whether I'll really ever account to anything at all. Whether I'll ever make something great out of my life. I don't know what I'm passionate about anymore, I don't think I'm really all that great at anything. I've become a less than mediocre person. I fear I'm turning into something even worse than the average joe. I would never have dreamt that I would have such thoughts someday. I've got more than 3 quarters of my life left, if the average life expectancy of people in my geographic location is anything to go by. I've already wasted 1 quarter of my life, and I'm scared out of my mind that I'm going to waste the other 3 quarters as well. Just the thought of this leaves me sweating. If I really am never going to do anything great, why even bother? Why not just end it all when there's still time to not become a loser in everyone's eyes? Why go on? Even though people around me seem to believe otherwise(atm, anyway), I'm afraid I've turned into an utter and bitter disappointment. I've tried a lot of things, and I've always failed. Maybe I just don't have it in me. If I'm always going to keep failing, then what's the point of trying? I've lost my will to keep myself going. Hiding behind a fake face is hard, especially when I know I'm broken inside. I adopted a fake persona to detach myself from my emotions, but now that fake persona is really all I am. Its like I've lost my real self, and I do not even know who I really am anymore.