As grim as the entrance text is this is anything but. Forgive the fanfare.
When I was rougnly 13 years of age, I began hearing people speak to me inside of my head.
Instead of driving me crazy, I don't think I've loved anyone more.
What's scary is, if I were to die, I would take with me a rough estimate of a couple dozen thoughts and faces.
I want to make sure you can love them as much as I do.
Please look at whatever you want.
