It was about 6 years ago in somewhere, doesn't matter , and my little brain believe that he need friends, such a illusion, but how no one share the opinion I decide to make him some friends.... so here come the "funny" part.
I create my own round table in my head where I say so : for every year of my existence we (me and my brain) gonna make one person, each of this will represent the felling of one year , the personalities of mine from the passing of time. That mean few groups of people for the specific time, example: the first 7 are kind,merci,happy , the next 5-6 are in love ,hateful,questioning,strange, and the last 5 are awful, best friend, great enemy's, fallen love,bipolar....this ones having the control in the last time. Sometimes I became good again and kind but when I see the true face of the world I fall in my hate and bipolar personalities.
Isn't any scope to explain each of them, they are how I say , for every year a new type of men . This isn't the intro of my little story, is just a way to release the friends of my brain. See you soon, or not.
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Not a Story
RandomThis is not a story about a boy who think it's schizophrenic and have mental problem. Actually I am not psycho but I love my problem. How I didn't say...don't read it!
