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This is me.

I am a 12 year old girl with anxiety (diagnosed), depression (diagnosed), perfectionism, hypochondriasis, and I am not very good at the whole friendship thing. I think mainly in pictures, and usually have to translate my thoughts from pictures into words.

I have a gifted IQ of 132 (but a 73 in processing speed). 100 is average, 70 is below average, and 130 is gifted. I learn on purpose on my own time, but am an outcast because of my knowledge. People my age have an inability to understand my vocabulary.

I love science, writing, and the outdoors. I like art and sports, & I go on technology and read.

I used to like this guy at school named Tyler. For years, nobody knew. I eventually grew out of my liking of Tyler. But, when hormones started kicking in, I was going crazy and all of a sudden blurted it out to my best friend. I thought that having a crush would make me cool and popular, because every popular person seemed to have tried out the boyfriend thing at least once. I confessed my crush kind of loud, and after class, a boy asked me if I liked Tyler. I said, "Yea... Wait. How do you know?" And he ran off. I chased him around the school acting all crazed, because that is what people with crushes do. Now people think I am crazy in love, distancing myself more from popularity. My "legend" still is growing.

I have Celiac Disease, and Sleep Apnea, and feel like puking whenever I eat peanuts. I can't go to a sleepover (which I have only been to twice) without being super picky about the food, being awkwardly separated from the group, getting super mad at people, being overly polite, and discreetly needing to take melatonin, allergy medicine, and antidepressants every night.

I am never muscular, good at sports, or skinny enough for my own self image.

I live a privileged life of living in the US, my parents have a relatively high salary (because of living in a first world country, and having all my needs. Sadly, I still am unsatisfied with my life.

Sometimes all these emotions boil over and spill on my sister. I shout at her and make her feel like a tiny ant under a magnifying glass.

I seem just like a regular weird girl at school.

This is me.