Hi, Kyong here. Again.
This story is a little different to past things you may have read. (*Ahem* JR&CR. *Cough*) Anyways, I'm still 18, but this story is a little more realistic in terms of actually being a broke high school graduate. This is also more of a narrative.
You'll have to excuse language, violence, or anything that might offend you in general (marijuana is involved in this story). I don't mean to offend you and I'm not sure if I'll actually do that in the story, but it's better to be prepared and wear a bulletproof vest in a gun fight than going in with just a plain old t-shirt.
I also like to use a lot of metaphors, so I guess be ready for that.
I'm not sure what's to come of this story yet, but I might make you laugh, I might make you cry, I might even make you scared. Actually, I intend to scare you a lot. (Or try to.) Everything that I will be talking about or bringing up or mentioning in this story is everything I'm afraid of. It'll get pretty real.
Do I have mental problems? Am I crazy?
I don't know. I guess if you really want to know, then you should keep reading.
*Insert creepy smiley face here*
YOU ARE READING
Schizo
HorrorKyong has a long list of mental disorders, but his top most f---ed up would have to be Schizophrenia. Take a look into his mind and listen to the same voices that beckon him closer to insanity, with Schizo. Updates every Saturday. Cover art may be d...
