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Hello, there. A couple years ago I was called a "Pariah". At the time, I had no idea what that meant. So my peer told me to look it up in the dictionary.
When I went home after school that day, the first thing I did was grab my mother's dictionary and look up the word.
"Pariah: n An outcast."
As I lay the book down I started thinking to myself. Then, slowly, I became offended. How dare he, a boy my age, call me an outcast? Even if that was one hundred percent true. I hated him for voicing the truth I was so eagerly trying to ignore.
Ever since that day, I became more and more aware of my lonliness. But it got worse. Even when I gained friends, I felt alone. Even when I gained girlfriend after girlfriend, I felt alone. Even when I was in bed with a girl, a small part of me felt... alone.
As if these people, these peers of mine, were obviously so much happier than I was. They all seemed so perfect, and as if I was the guy that just didn't fit into the puzzle. So I was ignored.
Even those who seemed intrigued by seemingly "incorrect" person I was, their interest quickly waned. And they never fully understood me anyway.
To this day, I still feel as if nobody knows me. As if nobody goes to the trouble of acknowledging my presence. But I'm doing better than I was before. I've gotten stronger; though I may have grown slightly stunted.
In any case, hello. I'm Caleb. And I hope you can find some inspiration in my madness. Who knows? Maybe you're just as crazy and awesome as I am. Maybe we can be friends. ;)
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