I'm serious dammit. I was born to do one thing, and that's race. Didn't get the opportunity (yet?) because this world we live in is so ****ed up and unfair, that's all. If the market didn't crash in 2001 forcing my dad to sell my midget (I was 7 and was faster than the 12-14 year olds with unrestricted engine) who knows where the hell I'd be right now, at age 23. But instead, I'm sitting being a goddamn loser at my grandmothers house after being kicked out of my dads because I refused to move into a "sober living" place after I was hospitalized for a suicide attempt (seriously, and what the hell does sober living have to do with depression god dammit??) while I have it in my BLOOD to be one of the best racers ever. And no, I'm not insane lol. I was depressed because I had no friends and nothing to live for. Just a loner with a ****ty job and a computer. I've known one thing my whole life, and that's SPEED. Was never meant to do anything else. My autistic spectrum disorder is probably what makes me so "savant" at driving, but it also is a curse, believe me. I can never even THINK about having a girlfriend. EVER. And now y'all will laugh at me and talk about what a loser I am and how I'm a crybaby pussy f*ggot and al that ****. Go ahead, I'm used to it.