The Storyteller

I've been telling stories since the day I became conscious about my imagination, about things that were surounding me. Things that happened to me, things that I wanted to happen, things I love, things I hate, things that made me suffer.
I was never alone. Never. Not a single damn second. Although no one has ever seen the people who are watching me, that people are my companions in every day life. They put me into these moments that are part of the stories of my life. Disintegration of thought processes you're thinking? I'd say much more than that. A storyteller can't write a good story if he's not in it. That's when my "multiple personality disorder" comes in. Sometimes, I forget completely who I am and live, act and feel like one of my characters.
In my dreams, there's always a doctor following me. I run, but he's faster. I know he wants to hurt me and if he gets to me, my life will shortly end.
A schizofrenic doesn't need treatment, he needs to create stories and live in them. That's when he is normal and not social isolated.
Like any other storyteller, I belive in things that don't exist. I could fill you a ship with these.
I have the gift to tell you stories.
If only you had the open mind to understand them...