Someone Else by Ollie O. (Texas)

​I always wonder what it is like to be someone else. I was always a quiet kid, someone who didn’t talk much and preferred a book over people. Until now.

I guess being mute was boring after a while. Sure, I wasn’t completely mute, I still talked, but it seemed like the world hated me. Remember that feeling when everyone in your class got ice cream and you didn’t? It kind of feels like that. I was left out.

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​Worse of all, my best friend last year had ditched me. And the one before that was in a car accident. I know she made it out alive, but she had to face multiple surgeries. That was depressing.

I like to say that the world revolves around me, but to be honest, it doesn’t. It never will. And it will stay like that.

​That’s what my school counselor said last year. I can’t control people, but I want to. Then everything will go my way. For me, that is just not reality.

Reality. I hate reality. It just tears me apart. Sometimes, I wish I can just fall into a hole and drown.

Now, I am that someone else that I kind of want to be. A writer, funny, talkative, smart. But I still have the pieces of me that were there before. The old me.

The quiet one. The one that doesn’t talk much. The one with no friends. I still feel that way and I know it will never leave me.

Sometimes, that is just reality.