I'm Not Totally Sure Yet

Chapter One

   There I am, sitting on the roof of Harding High, and I'm thinking to myself, how did I let my life get like this? Beer in hand, blunt in mouth, legs hanging off the edge of the building. Not off the edge in a suicidal way, just in a poetic-edgy-hipster way. It's crazy how life knows exactly how to flip everything upside-down.
   I think my name is Kyle, but I guess I'm not too sure anymore. I am sixteen, no, seventeen, no, sixteen and eight months, old. I am mentally ill. My parents say it's from the drugs and alcohol. I say it's because I have a spectacular imagination, but po-tay-to po-tah-to, am I right? Besides, I didn't even start the Kush till after I was diagnosed!
   I don't drink anymore. I never liked alcohol, it was just an easy way to numb myself from the pain, and I let everything get all swirly in my head, but only in colors of gray and black. So I gave that up fast.
   Anyways, I'm sure you're wondering about my mental illnesses! Let's see, I had chronic depression (now it's just occasional), generalized anxiety disorder, and worst of all, OCD. Right? The big O. Woah not that big O you dirty minded human.
   You see, it's crazy because I am fine with germs and cracks on sidewalks, so everyone says I'm faking it. I don't mind if things aren't perfect and my room is a complete shit-pen. Everyone always thinks that's what OCD is, when really, it's a lot easier than that!
 
   So, anyway. That's an introduction of me *awkward half smile*. I think this book will be about my life. My story. How I'm surviving with OCD. How OCD feels. How I got to this point. More very open ended theoretical statements. So...

Let's

Get

This

Bitch

Started!