I am mathematician by education. I wanted to system modelling. Logic, algebra, probabilities and all that. Like in the series Numbers, but I suck I guess. I think now that it is not their fault that I could not sell that. Probably would not have worked anyway.
I had a million ideas. I wanted to draw, paint, do carpentry, write books and poems, scientific articles and solve problems people had, but I could not get the out of my head. Years ago I stopped drawing because I wanted to imagine things and keep them secret. It also should have developed my mind. It is like counting in your head. Using paper and pens and you can never learn without them. Only that then nothing I did ever seemed as beautiful as it was when it was still in my head. Tiny flaws that creep up from the corners and ruin everything. I lose games of chess because of the dumbest mistkakes. It is as if the connection between my mind and the physical word is broken. Trying harder did not help. That only brings more flaws. Then came the tiredness. If I could sleep all the time I would. I don't know what's wrong with me. I just want it to stop.