Right now it is 3:31 am, so I will keep this brief.

Some of my earliest memories are of nightmares, of snakes slithering in my room and of myself stepping on mirrors. All I remember of my birthtown is the sidewalk I used to draw on with chalk, and the laundry room that I would wander down to during the day. I left that city when I was too young to remember and moved to the city I am in now. I was solitary, where others would go and play with their friends, I would stay home and read. I got good grades in school, and I was content with my life, because it was all I knew. Looking back now, I understand how unhappy I really was, not outside but within. I never shared my thoughts with my family, and I made few friends. One of my few joys was playing soccer at school, and those times are some of my happiest memories to this day. My best friend I met in kindergarten, and we remained best friends until grade 4. At this point my life was turned upside down, I learned that my father for the past years had not been my real father, my best friend became my biggest bully, and I stopped attending school for half a year. There is far more to tell, but as I need to sleep I cant go into detail about any of these things. All I can say is that I have never told anyone the thoughts that swirl around in my head, and if I had I probably would be in a straightjacket now. Goodnight.