• He was a social outcast, just like me. But it brought me now joy to know I wasn't the only one because he just made me feel more alone in the world. For unlike me, he was befrinded by the other social untouchables, the same rejects who cast me aside because I was TOO diffrent. "Hey Creeper." I would here him say. He seemed just out of my reach for so long. I never thought I would be where I am right now, but all things changed one spring afternoon. "Meet me at the park." I felt a cold rush through my body. I had never been so nervouse. But that day, as I waited in the sun, I began to write. "Hey Creeper." I head him greet me and my heart stopped. As I brought him up to my secret place, some of the cold faded. At first it was nothing, just talking, but it soon progressed. As we touched, a surge of heat shot through my once cold veins. I felt as if the whole world revolved around me. But shortly after, the world fell down around me. Just friends? I couldn't do that. For no one had ever made me feel like more of a person, and less of a human being, more sure, and less confident, more intelligent, and yet so naive, more alive, and less living, safer, and so insecure.
    And no one ever made me feel so despratly hated and so dearly loved.