A reply in kind.
I grew up to a single paranoid schizophrenic mother. I would have been taken out of her care very soon after birth except that my grandmother agreed to help look after me, which she did quite effectively until at around one year old my mother shut her out as much as possible. Growing up, I thought her faggotry was normal, and grew up quite (Fundamentalist) Christian (until I was nearly seven). I bounced in and out of my mother's, and short term foster homes for the first fourteen years of my life when I ran away from home. By about 5, I knew there was something wrong with my mother (she claimed it was as a result of treatments that my grandmother had forced her into out of spite, and I believed her as it fit everything I'd been raised to believe - a lot of conspiracies and so on). By 8 or 9 I'd worked out my mother was basically insane.
In the strictest sense, I'm probably a genius, but all the framework for social interaction that should have been built in conversation play was instead established by interactions with a violently delusional, paranoid and unstable schizophreniac, and her abusive drug addict boyfriends. From a fairly young age onwards I retreated from social interaction as much as possible into video games (video games have been shown to stimulate both aggression and introversion in the short term for adults, as well as in the long term for children). My retreat into video games further enhanced my social problems to the point where my few friends could all probably be described as desperate losers or outcasts who had no other friends themselves. As a twelve and young thirteen year old, I wasn't very big for my size and got bullied (never physically) by nearly everyone in my class, including the teacher. I had no one but myself to blame - while I lacked any social intelligence, I was still outspoken and self assured, more than willing to tell everyone how stupid they were. The bullying only ever made me angrier. At this point, I was probably not dissimilar to you, however where you lacked the willpower to move on any of your convictions, the only reason there wasn't a school massacre that ended in an hero was because I didn't have access to a gun, and didn't fancy my chances otherwise.
By the time I left my mother at 14, I had two convictions for breaking and entering and aggrevated assault, was a consumate liar (of sorts - to make it fair I never actually lied, but was never found out), and was failing at the private school I'd been granted a scholarship to many years ago. At said school I held a record for detentions (enough hours of them to take me through to a hypothetical year 14 doing two one hour detentions on weekday afternoons and a two hour saturday detention every weekend). I did all of this because I had come to realise that nothing that ever happened could ever affect me beyond what I let it, and I let things affect me very little.
Physically I was also very mature for my age, weighing 85kg and standing 5'8" with very little body fat. In year eight, I beat a year twelve up over a donut (he started it). Between thirteen and a half and fourteen I basically completely changed myself as a person, taught myself how to read people and manipulate them flawlessly, grown bigger than my former tormentors and completely reversed the situation on those who I most despised. Everyone who I wanted to liked me, and everyone who I didn't like was disliked by everyone accordingly. I had my very young sister taken from my mother's care not because she was at any terrible risk, but because I hated my mother. I was very successful with girls, to the point where some of those who I manipulated into falling for me are still utterly infatuated with me even now. Effectively, many of the same schizophrenic traits that, coupled with laziness, made my mother a totally worthless pariah, made me a perfect sociopath with only the inclusion of greater intelligence and substantial willpower.
Conclusion follows.