I was never treated normal. With my ADHD and OCD dragging me to my knees all the time, I was never good at staying "normal" and "like the other kids" for long. People made fun of me because I was different and I would strike back with my dark thoughts to their neck. Of course, because of this, I was treated like an outcast that was thrown on the streets. I didn't know who my friends were. I didn't have anywhere to turn. I was alone. Even when I tried to be like the other kids I would go and screw things up again.
Because I grew up always checking my back, I was never very trusting of most people, kids or adults. And remember, I was still in elementary school.
But then I met a friend. And everything was good.
Or so I thought.
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All About Me
Non-FictionIt's a nice, short autobiography. Psh. As if. What this actually is is an autobiography of the most screwed-up person you will ever meet. Prepare to go into the mind of an insane killer and a friend to Mother Nature. Even if she's being an utter bit...
