For the first time in 3 weeks I have just spoke to another human face to face and I am sick of it all. Not just my life but sick of other people, I don't have any family and the people who claim to be my friends all treat me like I'm made of glass and am about to break at any moment. All I ever hear is "you get so much to give" or "think about all the things you done". It's the places I have been and what I have seen that I am trying to forget. They all seem to think that because I have an I.Q. higher than most that I should be happy and my life should be filled with interesting things and what I have done with my life up until now has been a waste. No one seems to understand that it is my life, and I should be able to do what I want in it and with it. I'm sick of people telling me what they would do if they were me. I wish someone else was me, I don't wanna be me anymore, I hate me, of all the things I am sick of being me is at the very top of the list, I hate all the nightmares and sleeplessness. I hate that I can't talk to people, I am just sick of living.