Thoughts of a Psychopath (ON HOLD)
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Amazing how I don't know the ways in which I, Emory Frost, ended up so crazy. How did I became psychotic? How I got admitted to a loony bin is beyond me. Not that I disagree with the decision to put me here—it's where I belong. It's where the doctors are going to try and figure something out.
THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD
My siblings never meant to really harm my psyche, but they did, that's for sure. Somehow... And then there's the fact that people made me feel down right like dirt, even without trying... Could that be why? Every one of my so called talents, was something I wasn't very good at. Plus, my mother. She could eat the souls of orphans, I swear it. Or maybe she didn't try to make me feel unloved, either. Of course, I must have been born with some of it, though, because there's no way that someone could become as delusional and crazy as I did.
Yeah, maybe that covers at least one of the possibilities for how you could say I ended up being a psychopath. Regardless, this is the story of living through it.
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