Let's see...
I was raised in a cult.
My father sufferred from depression, OCD, had anger problems and didn't do shit for me.
My mother (bless her soul) did the best she could but was hindered by a religious cult and a bad husband.
I was picked on in school till f*cking senior year.
My mother (bless her soul) told me to go to college but my presiding overseer, the district overseer, my sister and brother in law all thought she was nuts and I should pioneer and go to bethel. Guess who I listened to?
I never learned how to have friends outside of a cult.
I felt guilty for masturbating from the ages of 11 to 25.
I have a 3.72 gpa and still haven't figured out what I want to major in.
I can't concentrate. I'm depressed 4 days out of 7 and have all of one friend who I actually SEE.
I vacillate between being a genius and being a basket case.
"I just want to be loved, is that so wrong?"