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My name is pronounced Nic-oh-lye. There isn't a whole lot to say besides that. But what the hell...
I've spent three years studying biology. However, I have no direction or goals. I was born in Bulgaria, but later immigrated to a most unlikely place called Newfoundland. I've since moved to Montreal, apparently to pursue post-secondary education. I can't say I know what I'm doing here.
It would be a lie to say I have social anxiety disorder. However I was diagnosed with it, because at first glance it seemed to fit me like a glove. Since that diagnosis, and it's been nearly two years, I've been struggling to understand why I can't relate to people.
I have zero social life in Montreal, which seems to contrast sharply with the general situation of my classmates. People have assumed that I'm schizoid, that I simply lack social desires. I've toyed with this idea myself, but I don't think its an accurate diagnosis. The truth is, I haven't figured out what I desire from others. I suppose feel a nagging sense of emptiness.
I enjoy listening to music, reading books and working out. I haven't created anything since high school. Sometimes I enjoy communicating with people, and other times I detest it.
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