My lifes story.

Okay.
I think I should explain my current condition since I was asked about it like two months ago whoops.

So first off, I have a load of problems, A.D.D, schizophrenia, and stereotypy. I lashed out often for being made fun of for either my height, or my disorders. My parents were sick of it and they put me up for adoption at the age of I think ten..?
So I was adopted by a nice couple, they gave me everything I could want. But then school became worse and worse over the span of five months and they got mad. The huge guys would push me down the stairs and shit like that, and then one day they were giving me and especially hard time,I will not, say what happened that day, but I will say it was not good.
It was horrible for the next few months, my adoptive parents rejected me, my teachers failed me, or were scared of me. It was pure hell.
A while later I was losing large amounts of time, I failed all of my classes, I was expelled, and then I did nothing but wander around the streets alone, my journals were filled with different writing that wasnt my own. But I finally realised that I had other people in my head, when I woke up in a hospital, when I was way older than ten.

They explained that I had a condition that I cant for the live of me put a name to. Split personality maybe? But it wasnt that, whatever. (edit: its called d.i.d three and you can thank your mother for it)


Then I woke up a few years later, locked up in an asylum, people were talking. No one was in the white room, just me. So I learnt who they all were and named them at the time according to their loudness, though its changed a lot over the years. So it went from One to Five.

One = No emotions
Two = Serious and makes sure Im physically okay.
Three (Mark)= My self since I was in and out of control.
Four = Annoying and sadistic.
Five= Violent, listens to only Four.

Now its more like:

One, two, four, five, myself


Then I wake up for the third time, to discover Im in the woods in a tree, Fours babbling away Two was hystarical and Five was giggling.

So there you have it, the life I can remember in a nut shell.
Sorry about no extreme details, but I gotta keep at least a little to myself.