Now, it all seems fine and normal for a person to go through times like this, right? There's always someone to turn to and discuss your problems, right? Unfortunately, I do not trust people enough to discuss my problems in detail and would rather run into a brick wall, repeatedly, at full speed. Is my preference for bone shattering impacts with no positive outcome much more rewarding than sharing my problems and letting go of my emotions? Well, it seems that way. I'd rather have bones shattering than have something people can hold against me. The whole world revolves around the delicate card game that we call life where no one holds all the right cards but those who know when to play the wrong card are the true winners.
I am sure the last paragraph made no sense, I'm making it up along as I go. I am sure you are all waiting for a short piece by now yes? Of course, how silly of me.
A young man sits idly on the rooftop of a building, he lets out a sigh as he remembers the days he has just left behind. He grew up a social recluse during his 'formative years', not having much friends and avoided sports. He was a bright kid and though he was not 'popular' by any standards, he was content with life. Not throughoutly happy but satisfied. As this boy entered high school, he had decided he wanted to change, he took up sports and become slightly more social, slowly learning the ropes of being more social. He made lots of friends and though he believes he underachieved in his sport, he actually met all expectations and even exceeded some because he had never done sports prior.
With his new life involving sports and social activities, the boy turned teen began losing focus on his studies, but he never lost all focus and managed to score decent enough grades. This may all sound happy and dandy but the teen was not happy. He craved more but he did not know what exactly he craved, he had somehow developed a sense of ambition, to be the best but he never knew what he wanted to be the best at. He became obsessed with many things that he should not be obsessed with.
As his ambition grew, his social life grew steadily with it and before he knew it, he had managed to make more than his fair share of 'friends' that he trusted. He strived to keep his friends close and eventually slowly began to realize they were not his friends at all, they were merely there and were talked to, they were not there to help. Infact, he even noticed a trend that he was the one that was to help them all. He began taking back the misgiven trust that he placed on them but he never showed them that he was sick of it. There were few that still had his trust but those were truly few and far between. As he slowly took back the trust, he grew unnecessarily self aware and always postured himself, a shell that no one was to look through, he learnt to properly mask his true feelings by masking it from himself. He was just a coward hiding beneath well made characters. An endless charade began where he pretended he was unaware of what people truly perceived he was, or what he thought that they truly perceived him as.
This person had lost sight of who and what he was. He awaited something or someone to call him out of this shell of charades but he was lost, nobody was able to. Until...
End.
Not my best. Needs work, central theme is lacking.
