Despite how I have titled this I would like to first say that I am not quite as mad as I might make you believe. Despite the things I… write and do, I will assure you that I am not completely mad. Well. Not as mad as when I first started here after all.

Now, before you start reading I would like to bring your attention to a few things. I like to talk to myself quite a lot. Whenever I'm writing something down it's always echoing about in my head as I speak it at the same time. I receive different inputs from different parts of my brain. Hateful at times, gleeful at others, but the majority is all comments that just try to put me down inside. In all of my life time of living, both here and there, I have never; nor will I ever; have the intentions of killing myself.

Sorry for the little spoiler if you just assumed I would off myself because there's voices inside of my voices telling me things. So without further ado, lets delve into the story of my life. I think I'll start with a beginning chapter.