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Im so fucked up. My mind My echo my intellect. This morning I had sex with a girl. Why. because I wanted to. simple as that. and I am an idiot. no, not an idiot, just ... too msart..smart, for my own good. I think. I analyse. I problem solve. I manipulate. I control. But when it comes to my feelings and being true and real im torn between beeing sherlock homes and being ....I almost typed me... but I thought..wow.maybe you just solved your problems right there.not solvedthem but rather identifyed the problem.You are not sherlock holmes you.are.you.. a good guy. A fucked up good guy. addicted to power. addicted.. to...my mind. We are all fucked up a little....there are aprox.20000 people in the world who are at my intellgience or above. I can only imagine what they are going through. The first time I felt vuenralbe .... was. Maybe i have always been vunerable in a sense.. How would sherlock be okay. I just looked up the mental health of sherlock holmes. how is he okay.

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