I'm 26. I'm not good at studies. I'm not street smart. I'm not adept at functioning in the day to day outside world. I'm boring. I suck at social interactions. I'm not trying to gain any pity or run myself down. Fact is, of all the things I feel I've tried in life (stick to an internship, do well academically, clear competitive exams, get a girlfriend) I've failed time and time again. I used to feel mentally and physically burned out. I don't so much anymore. But I'm afriad of just trying. Of getting up and giving life another shot. I'm not depressed. I don't think I am. I am on medication for OCD so I shouldn't anyway. But even my attempts at curing my OCD have failed. I have a degree but I have no real knowledge or skills. I don't have the basic mental/emotional/and perhaps physical stamina to be regular and hold a job. I'm afraid of living life. All I do is listen to music and dream of my early childhood which I want to crawl back into.