Understanding, Perhaps Is Asking For A Little Too Much

It's weird.

I really don't find any girls attractive at my school. 

It's not that there's a problem with them;

It's just me.

It's just me and my studies.  Me and my work.  Me and my work outs.  Me and...myself.

I talk to myself every morning, every study hour, always.  I'm what I lean on.  I pull creative ideas from opposing sides of the brain.  I rap lines.  I sing songs.  I yank verse, I yank skits, I yank imaginary situations out of everything I find. 

My social life has been destroyed.

But when I do socialize with people, I am far from shy.  I am open and outgoing, comforting and alive; direct and focused, humored and obliged.

The shell was broken in high school.

And now my counter balance has caught up with me.  I lie in solitude, but not unyielding to social opportunity. 

This is ...different.

But in this stage of my life; this is what I need most...