I'm not who my parents think I am. I'm not right. I may have an extraordinairly high IQ, but I'm broken. I wish they could see that. I try so hard to fit in, to make them proud, to uphold our family pride, but I am the cracked pillar in the temple. Why don't they see? I need help. Help, before the stone crumbles, bringing everything down with it...
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01:17:44 AM
Monday, December 05, 2005
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i don't even have a high IQ to make them semi-proud of
I loved to revel in my IQ once.
But when I realized the comparison population was legally retarded, and barely half my assessed intelligence, it made me sad.
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