I'm so smart, too bad I can't get anything figured out.

It's true. All through my life, I didn't know anyone with a larger mental capacity than I. I had always been the one who silently did well, knew what to do and how to go about doing it.

Shit clicked for me. What I didn't know, I could grasp. Now, I come to this...

I'm wary of excuses. I'm tired and not thinking straight... am I? Or, do I just not want to fucking fess up? I don't know. The truth is, I don't know why I don't understand. Maybe it's that I'm burnt out. Maybe it's that I'm not at the level I once thought I was at. And that's scary, because it leads me to a world of it.

Long story short, I currently bank my life's success on this one problem, because I am an idiot.
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