I am sitting in a somewhat small, dimly lit apartment in Kalamazoo. The only light I have in this room is coming from the laptop in fromt of me.

I wonder how this all happened to me. How I managed to get here. Why the past few years have had to happen this way.

My father is dead. My mother is the one that caused that. She is currently in a prison near Indianapolis. I have bounced around a few mental hospitals. I spent a bit of time with family. I got kicked out of one of those homes. I spent a fair bit of time homeless. 

And now, here I am. Left with far more questions than answers. Some questions, I do not know if I shall ever get the answers to. Left with a life that I would not wish upon anyone else.

But, hey. It’s not as bad as the last few paragraphs make it seem like I think it is. I am somewhat happy. I have a place to live now. I am still alive. I appreciate life more than I ever have before. And I am finally doing something with this life.

I cannot really think of where to begin with my story. But, hey, this is just the introduction to me. I have had some shit happen, and I am trying to make the best of it. Hopefully, I shall be able to actually help some people with what I have to say.

Until I think of something that is actually good enough,

Doktor Satan