Time is infinite. That's how it's supposed to be. Even when the universe dies, time will keep flowing.
It feels a little pointless right? But hey, who am I to judge? Time does what ever the hell it feels like. Forcing me to move. Making the days start and end. Making me lose. I'm losing the game.
I used to be a winner in the lottery of life. I won fantastic language skills. Grammatical understanding. Low-level math. I never had to work for anything. I was a winner. A lucky one.
I was the leading student for most of my school life. Most of it. Until I finished 10'th grade. Suddenly. Instantly. Immediately. Synonyms again... My armor showed it's cracks.
I fell in love with the world of binary numbers. Increasingly difficult mathematical functions. Logical Operations. Bit-wise logic.
But mathematics requires the one skill I was never blessed with. Logic and reasoning. I focused on Math and Logic almost 24/7. Lost my edge in Danish and English.
Lost my edge in creative designing. I realized that my brain ain't suited for math. But it was too late. I gave up on my binary paradise. I lost my safe-heaven of Danish and English.
I'm not used to fighting. Honestly I hate fighting. Especially if it's for my own gain. I once tried to reclaim my safe-heaven.
But what good is a nuclear bomb, if you don't understand how to fire it?
I decided to live a lie...
I started associating with people, who were very bad at computers...
Made them see my mediocre skill as God-Tier...
They always come to me for help with their computers. I fear the day, I fail to fix their issue...
Many say that guys never reach out for help, and therefore die alone. I didn't want that.
I searched for help. Got "help"
It's becoming hard to wake my body on the bottom of the ocean.