Schizophrenia Diaries

Way back when I was in my fourth year in High School (that was September 2004), I felt someting uncomfortable that neither I would not share with anybody. I was paranoid that I was always smelling bad. Everywhere I went that time, I was always conscious about my odor. Though I sometimes joke it with my mom and brother, they tell me I don’t. But I wasn’t convinced. I would always hide from the crowds and prefer to stay home than socialize with anybody else. This was one of the tragedies I consider in my life. At last, now, I don’t think of it enough. I don’t know what was the reason behind me being a paranoid.