Hello everyone. I'm @_-Schizophreniac-_ but you can call me Alessandro, since it is my real name, or you can call me Al or Ali, which are my nicknames given to me by my friend, and my adoptive father. You can also call me Schizo, because it matches the condition I have - which is - you guessed it: schizophrenia. I'm nineteen, I'm 6'1" and I have black hair and turquoise-colored eyes - strange I know, but people adore them. I'm very, very shy in real life, and I'm not that socially interactive, but I am friendly, so you can message me, but I might be a bit because I'm building up the courage to reply back. 

Along with having the plague named schizophrenia, I also have a speech impediment, which causes me to stutter in an excessive manner - people get annoyed with it, but I can't help it - I try my very best to hold it back and speak normally, but it is very hard - I wish I didn't have it, or schizophrenia, for that matter, but unfortunately I do, and it cannot be helped. The reason why I joined Wattpad is because I felt that it would be much easier to make friends, and because I thought I could open up even more, since my adoptive father has helped me crawl out of my 'shell of solitude' as I call it. 

Aside from that, I want to say that I wish my life was a work of fiction, created by somebody's mind, but it is not, unfortunately. In my younger years, when I first showed the signs of schizophrenia, along with my stuttering problem, my biological parents thought I was a freak, that I wasn't normal... so they whisked me away to a mental institution, where I remained there for most of my life, since the pair had never, ever returned to take me back home. I hate them for it, but slowly, that hatred has been going away ever since one of my doctors at the ward, who I have known for awhile - a psychologist whose name I will not say - took me in as his son. I'm so grateful for meeting him, and for him taking me under his wing to live.