Growing up, I was constantly berated for not living up to my potential. When I was in third grade, I was given an IQ test, and score 119. I hate this number. It was flung in my face and ground into my ears for years. Yes, I may have a high IQ, but I'm miserable from my parents custody battle and my mom ignoring me, unless it's to whack me on the side of the head. Fuck school.

In ninth grade, I was given another one. 136, and my reading level was judged at 16.9, the highest they can go. Still miserable!

It really didn't seem that hard to comprehend. I'm not going to live up to my goddamn potential unless I'm happy.


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