Hey, this topic is something I struggle with, but yes, I am psychotic. The beginning of the psychotic stage was when my great grandma died, then when I struggled after that, being bullied, getting beat up, and there are many more. Now, this doesn't affect me as much as other people, but it does affect how I do things, or react to things. When I was around 5, I started working cattle, and with some of the calves, we had to cut their horns off. We don't do this often, but before I became mentally ill, it only happened two times a year, or close to that. Every time this happened, I looked away, now I just stare. Also, sometimes I'll laugh for no reason, even ask flutter shy is killer, I've of my friends, from school. Anyways, that's it for this one, bye.

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My Life 2.0
Non-FictionThis is just about my life, may be a little personal and sad.