Hi I’m Misa, and I am a sociopath I’m aware of that. This story will eventually become a little bloody and depressing for some people ever if it’s just me. Let me introduce myself fully with all the bloody details that I am willing to share don’t be mad if I don’t share my thoughts, because unless I’m willing to talk about that I will not reveal anything. I have a kind of phobia of people or more exactly the “what do think about this” or “what are your thoughts on this matter” that kind of questions are giving me anxiety and chills but enough about that matter, when I was little I lived in an orphanage because my father left my mother before I was born and my mother couldn’t take cear of me and she’s probably dead by now just as my father he was a psychopath and committed suicide next to his friends dead body from what I know. And I was adopted by a couple that didnt give a shit for me at all so that was great I got neglected and hit by quite heavy objects I don’t know if that already comes as abuse. Long story short I am a sociopath that will muder my hole town and then get therapy because I don’t have anything to lose anymore and there’s nothing I have to hide because I will go insane and you’re very awful in many different ways so if you like to read stories where people suffer or the main character sufferers and this is for you!\~

From the creator:

Some things in this story are based on things that happened to me in real life or how I felt in real or that she does things I would like to have done but would never actually have done, do you follow what I’m saying? If not then I’m sorry simply said she’s t the me extreme version and it involves thing I would have liked to do or how I felt in real life. I hope you understand.

I am 12 years old and a figure skating fann it’s incredible how he can express themselves with movements and it’s also very impressive how I can hold their balance spin that fast jump so high it’s really incredible. I was a little bit of an artist. I really like drawing that my drawing can be a little bit twisted if I would say nicely or nicer. Or let’s just say my drawings are in general very very twisted and that’s not in a good way I can draw with no more people dead which will it be a little bit concerning wouldn’t it?:)

I also like to show hazbin hotel but I also like very much anime and mangas and all that stuff I am pretty much a normal human being and I think everyone still remembers among us it’s not a bad game I love watching people playing it. That’s what I usually do in my free time. I’m saying is… I AM A NORMAL HUMAN BEING IF YOU DON’T LOOK BEHIND MY FACADE OF A HAPPY AND NORMAL GIRL.

Got it? Ok? Ok. If you got it then you’re free to keep reading. ^^

This morning I was still in the orphanage I was in when I was five, this place is no home and it never will be but I want to stay not because I have friends here, no because I don’t want to get adopted and tell my new family everything about me and my interests. Like I said multiple times “I HATE TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT ME AND MY INTRERESTS OR PAST IF ITS NOT ON PAIPER ALREADY!” I say that as thretning as I am able to to everyone that wants to adopt me, if I would be a book I would be one that is un operable like a looked chest. My became scared right of the pat but there was that one pair that just did not giver a shit and that was bad I know bad people when I see them and they did not look friendly, what so ever. They simply said that they wanted to by me like I was some kind of object, die you basterds or fuck of in the sunset, maybe I’ll try to checke the life out of you or the tipical stabing game, or just cut off your fingers so you can’t hold me or what ever you want to do. All of that is fine for me as long you leave me alone and don’t even think about a psycholog or how they are called. Those annoying people and the cere taker is stupid as well she doesn’t reallise that I already have beff with them, duck you and the world. This world was meaningless from the start. Well I went homer with them just waiting for the right moment to strike and as soon the door closed their true colours showed them selfs just as I was looking for a knife, they started laughing for some odd reason that laughter sounded a lot like the one you’d hear from a villain in a movie or something like that so what now? Oh they just tepid me (made me fall) when I tried to get up they prewented me from doing that they saids in a low voice: “We need you to get that extra money you got it, so don’t try anything go it?” I really didn’t need to listen to this shit I thought but oh boy I was wrong. When I then finally got to the kitchen and took the knife they became full agro on me like why soooo mad? But listen this is crazy imagine this: a child 5 years old getting slapped over and over again eighter they thought I was a psycho wich parts are kinda true I am a sociopath or they are just the worst parents wait never mind they are the worst parents in thee world they threaten me as soon as I sat foot in this house and literally said they would only have me for the child support, and they said something that almost maid me cry…

“YOU PSYCHO!” still not correct it’s sociopath but still that hurts…