Chapter 1

I always thought there was something different about me. From a young age not one part of me was modest. It was funny though, because I never acted that way, or said such things, but I felt it. It influenced everything I did, and possibly still do. But for reasons I'll get to, I'm trying to escape that. I believed there was something more alive in me than anyone else, it's a pretty lonely and narcissistic belief but there you have it. To this day I'm not sure if I'm the only one who feels this way, or maybe I am just as selfish and conceited as I'm beginning to believe.