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My disease is as rare as it is famous. I am one of those rare people who suffer from Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD), commonly known as 'Sociopaths'. I have a sheer disregard for other people. Sometimes people call me a lunatic. But do I look like I care? Heh.

Basically, I’m 'allergic' to the world. Anything can trigger a bout of annoyance. It could be the voice of my parents. It could be someone’s existence. It could be the breathing of anyone who is sitting in my room, not that I prefer anyone else in my room other than me. It could be one, or all, or none of these things, or something else entirely. No one knows the triggers, but everyone knows the consequences.

According to my short term memory, I almost died. Once? No. Twice. Illness? Suicide.

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