Perry Holia Kerrith
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I'm Perry. I'm... Sixteen (I think), and in the process of being officially diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome.
As far as genetic predispositions go, I'm an absolute mess. My mother suffered from chronic depression most of her life, and my father is a reformed alcoholic who has Asperger's and frequent mood-swings. So.
All in all, I think I have a pretty decent life. As many ups as downs. However, the downs can be... Well, pretty dang low. Sometimes I feel like there is nobody in the world who really understands me, who I can be myself around. Sometimes I seem to forget what being myself even means anymore. Other times I slip into a perpetual state of apathy, where I couldn't care less if the world started burning around me. What's worst is when I get angry. Most of the time I don't even know what I'm angry about, just that I have this indomitable urge to crush something with my bare hands. It's an anger that festers like a bad wound, and burns like a fire. And then it grows cold. And that's the scariest part of all, when I've regained full control of my higher thought orders, yet, for a brief moment, wish to employ them all in some brutal plot, with the end goal of inflicting as much pain on the world as I can.
And then it finally passes, and leaves me to wonder on how I can so absolutely hate an aspect of myself.
But, I'm actually far less morose than this article might lead you to believe. As I said, there are as many good days as bad. And as bad as the bad days get, I never truly lose sight of who I am at heart.
Beyond that, I love stories. Books, videogames, movies; anything that can draw me into a different world, and show me what life looks like through another's eyes, is a masterpiece of imagination; the pinnacle of humanity's ability to create. Perhaps that's why I'm an Author. I don't know.
So, I'll be here to provide insight where I can, and meticulously gather information where I can't. I hope you all have a collectively good day; good luck and God bless.
As far as genetic predispositions go, I'm an absolute mess. My mother suffered from chronic depression most of her life, and my father is a reformed alcoholic who has Asperger's and frequent mood-swings. So.
All in all, I think I have a pretty decent life. As many ups as downs. However, the downs can be... Well, pretty dang low. Sometimes I feel like there is nobody in the world who really understands me, who I can be myself around. Sometimes I seem to forget what being myself even means anymore. Other times I slip into a perpetual state of apathy, where I couldn't care less if the world started burning around me. What's worst is when I get angry. Most of the time I don't even know what I'm angry about, just that I have this indomitable urge to crush something with my bare hands. It's an anger that festers like a bad wound, and burns like a fire. And then it grows cold. And that's the scariest part of all, when I've regained full control of my higher thought orders, yet, for a brief moment, wish to employ them all in some brutal plot, with the end goal of inflicting as much pain on the world as I can.
And then it finally passes, and leaves me to wonder on how I can so absolutely hate an aspect of myself.
But, I'm actually far less morose than this article might lead you to believe. As I said, there are as many good days as bad. And as bad as the bad days get, I never truly lose sight of who I am at heart.
Beyond that, I love stories. Books, videogames, movies; anything that can draw me into a different world, and show me what life looks like through another's eyes, is a masterpiece of imagination; the pinnacle of humanity's ability to create. Perhaps that's why I'm an Author. I don't know.
So, I'll be here to provide insight where I can, and meticulously gather information where I can't. I hope you all have a collectively good day; good luck and God bless.