The Loner
Alone . A word I am very familiar with. The coldness and desperation that resonate around it can be felt whenever it is said. But those two are things that I've grown accustomed to, everyday elements of my life. Growing up I've never had many friends, I was a loner. I grew up as a young boy who craved friendship but never got the satisfaction to acquire it. To me, being alone was normal but it was also hurtful. I was never popular like the other boys of my age. I never really fit in with the wider circle, I was an outcast, a weirdo. My dad used to tell me it was paramount that a young boy has to have friends but he didn't know how many times I had toiled to no avail. When I went to high school, I started making friends. I thought my time of loneliness was finished, I thought I had finally got the magic of being loved. Then, those friendships would expire as soon as they were started. I was the one who always made the first move in a relationship. The initiator. I was