The Outcast Chronicles

I was first called a weirdo when I was a kid. I tried desperately to fit in, miserably failing every time.

I felt like a pariah, always suffering when people reminded me. I still believe some of them got some devious pleasure from that.

With time, it only got worse: the harder I tried to be like anyone else, te more I understood that such a task was impossible.

Eventually, the time came when I made the only right choice that could be made: I embraced the weirdo everyone saw in me. I took the thing I disliked and I turned it into my shield, the one trait that would define me. I decided that I would follow my own path, wherever it would lead me, set my own rules, I would be my own man, on my own, as I learned to do.

Suffer, learn, adapt, survive, thrive.

I would no longer give a damn about what people thought of me.

I wouldn't be weak anymore, nor I would give up.

I would do what I believed that had to be done, regardless what people would say.

Now, whenever people freak out because i act differently, I smile with pride.

I'm different, I act differently. it's what I am, what I do. I don't try to fit, I don't even bother or try.

I was born an outcast. Grew an outcast. Will die a bloody outcast.

Nero