User:Sorage55

I am known around the internet under this, my universal username: Sorage55. You can find me with this name on Youtube, as well as Deviantart. But I try not to be prideful, so I must stop at that subject. I am an enormous KH fan. I enjoy writing stories as well as poems, I really have naught of an interest for fan fics. I have been diagnosed with Psychosis, meaning i'm insane. You may take this as a joke as everyone else does, or you may overreact to this truth and dare not conversate with me at all whatsoever. I am a lone wolf they say, if I am ment to be alone so be it. I will walk alone then, for all my life i've felt pain, phsyical and mental, the mental pain causing the literal loss of emotions, I am disgusted with the fact that now I must fake emotions in order to speak to another person. I have not lost all my emotions though, but with a great enough tragedy, an emotion or two is lost. I've never been to a weeding, i've heard their quite interesting and.....lovely. I've been to two funerals though, the first was for a dear cousin of mine, I do not remember exactly how he died, I never really knew much of him, my only memory really is that when visiting the cousin's family house for a family gathering he was a figure rushing down the stairs to get to us. I don't remember his face or anything about him, nor name or all. No emotion lost with that. But the second funeral was tragic enough to lose. It was my nephew's funeral, how sad. I must had been at the age of ten or so. My memory is very...bad. I guess you could say its short-term memory but its not as if in a few seconds I don't remember your name or things like that, but in a second I can forget something I am supposed to do for example. But anyways, my nephew was only 4 years old, died in a tragic car fire along with his father, I never really liked his father. That funeral I released the last of my tears you could say. It seemed 4 or so years had passed since his death, as if I stumbled through time instantly. I no longer felt sadness but learned to fake it. Happiness wasn't instantly gone but it faded quickly. Now I must fake that. Last summer, the summer of 2009. I was in 8th grade of high school. It was the last two days of school before break, I was diagnosed with scoliosis, 75%. I had to miss the graduation ceremony on the last day of school because of surgery. 7 hours later, I awoke in my bed in the hospital. As I tried to lift my body it felt as if two pounds were added to my back, because it was. 2 metal pipes and 27 screw jammed into my spine to fix it. 6 days in the hospital I couldn't move. Every night I couldn't sleep well so I stared into the ceiling, happiness was gone, the pain was at maximum. But something grew, it was my insanity. Taunting me all the live-long day and dead-gone night. (to be edited later)