"Well you make it sound like I am in trouble but sure I'll wear it sometime." He closed and locked the door behind him and headed to the party with Megan and on the way he decided to joke around but let her know more about him. "You know...I already avoid people like they are some sort of insta-killing disease so I guess I am prepared for the zombie apocalypse if it happens." He started to walk like a zombie moaning and groaning. "Thats why I prefer to stay inside...I was diagnosed with Misanthropy, Asociality, Schizoid Personality Disorder, and mild Schizophrenia at 12 years old. So yeah that's me in a nut shell." He laughed half heartedly at the memory of his mother taking him to the hospital. Little did he know at 12 years old this would be his last memory of his mother.