This is not a horror story. Even though it might seem like one, I just want to talk about me. Okay, well that topic is also scary. So instead why don't we talk about the definition of insanity. When I looked it up on Wikipedia, it said:
"in a state of mind that prevents normal perception, behavior, or social interaction; seriously mentally ill."
Incorrect. I believe that insanity is not just mental, its also the physical insanity that brings you closer to the edge of life. You know, the kind where you want to curl up into a ball and die. I am not quite sure when I started to go insane. Maybe when I first started to actually feel the weight of stress, or the first time my mom slapped me. I can't tell when. All I know now is that I am labeled "insane".
I want to tell you right now, I am not Mona from Pretty Little Liars. I am more like that chick Spencer who gets pulled into the whole mess by ending up in an insane asylum. Thats what happened to me. But now there is permanent damage to my brain that my three loyal friends will never be able to fix.
This is how my story telling will go. I have limited time on the computer to play games, but my asylum nurse leaves the room for a while to go check on choking fratsby. I will post once every week depending on how much time I have. You will learn about me as I go on, but beware my demented mind holds demented secrets.
