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My name is Adrian Keith Moross. I prefer by most everyone to call me "Adri." My full name is pronounced "Ay-dree-in, Keeth, More-oss." I am nineteen years of age. I don't remember what I look like.

My doctors told me that it would be a very good idea for me to create a blog and post my life-story, vent, get my message across to the public. So, I will.

I don't remember where I was born. I grew up most of my life in a small little 10ft x 20ft x 10ft chamber most of my life. There was a little light, and I was alone most of the time. They tried to keep me locked up because they were afraid that I might kill everyone.

One day when I was 12, the guards came to give me my lunch, so I broke one of the legs off of my bed and drove it through his skull. I ran through the hallways trying to find an exit, and when I found one, there were more guards. So, I broke one of their legs and got their gun. I killed them all.

I wandered around for a long time. There were lots of planes and forests and pretty landscapes. I came across a road, so I decided to follow it. I made it to a city. I don't know where I was, but I made it to a hotel. I sneaked into a room and went to sleep. When I woke up, it was all empty. My mom and dad came to pick me up and took me to another house.

There was a comfy bed and a fireplace and a lot of nice things. They fed me, they gave me fizzy things to drink. I felt this weird feeling that they called "happiness."

I liked that feeling. Happiness. I really liked that feeling. But that feeling went away when they started to show up.