I often chase people away, cut contact and leave them hanging. It's not that I don't want them close to me, it's just that I find myself to be unable to talk to them.
I sometimes feel like an alien on my own blue planet. Yet, just like the humans I was born and raised on our own blue planet. Somehow, something went wrond and I became a stranger on their own blue planet.
I, the earthborn-alien, have learned to look just like you. I made the most beautiful of masks, it is made from flesh, with those little imperfections that make one human. It is so beautiful, that it was cursed, who did it? I don't know.
Now I carry this cursed mask, so beautiful it is, that I still wear. It exhausts me and chases my friends. Yet, I still wear it. Why? Because it makes me human. When I wear it, I am no longer the earthborn-alien, I am just like you. Most importantly, I wear it for survival. Why?
Because humans love chasing aliens.
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short stories
HumorI am just going to upload short stories here, most of them will be funny/ridiculous. It's not going to be anything serious.
