I started writing stories when I was five. I’ve deleted more text since then than most college kid “writers” sitting on laptops at hipster coffee houses have ever drafted. I also have schizoid personality disorder and apparently this makes me so incapable of processing human emotion that I cannot render it convincingly enough for the purposes of making a character that is not just another one-dimensional robot in the nth generation of fictitious one-dimensional robots. I am also sick and tired of deluding myself over my alleged talents or intellect. Yes, you idiotic society of naked apes, I did really good on some standardized tests when I was seven, so clearly I’m a genius who can only succeed in life. I’m only posting my so-called writing because my friends keep whining about “getting my work to an audience.” Well, it’s in a publicly viewable Drive folder. Mission accomplished.