Someone with the need for brains would wonder why someone who can do "extraordinary" things would be depressed about themselves. Well... I happen to think a lot, and if not thinking i'm wondering, if i am not wondering i'm questioning. If not, i am correcting. When i'm quiet i'm looked down upon and only when i open my mouth and utter a few things (usually to correct and guide people to do things the right way) its like a shock and like "whoa o.k miss professor". That doesn't bother me anyway.
What bothers me is the fact that i love to be alone and i some how judge people unconsciously. I hate it but i also hate being judged, which happens a lot so i wont go there. Hypocrite. Everyone seems to be very stupid to me. The things they do (more than half that can be avoided) and the way people act, the drama they create, the attention they seek. Attention.... what does it do for you other than make people look at you and what you do.
Last but never the least, i end up confusing myself because i think of so many things at the same time it all just goes BOOM. Epic failure.