My first memory of primary school was me running around with other kids in the playground at lunch time break. I don't remember why, but some how I knew right then that I'm different. Something told me I didn't belong. Maybe, it was because I didn't understand at all why they did things they did or why they don't do things they don't.
My parents were different too. They are not the type of people who managed to hold on to friends.
My biggest ambition has always been to fit it and to have a huge group of friends.
I remember trying so hard.
I still have no friends.
Actually I could say I have no one.
or that I have none.
Countless times, I ask myself why. "Why?" Why should I be the odd one?
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