The Life of a Ryder

Prologue

        In all my sixteen years of living on this here planet earth I have at least discovered one thing. Love is hard to find. Some of you might tell me that I don't know what I'm talking about. But I have by far surpassed my limit of experience. Having a rough childhood, and a drunk for a father doesn't really shape my life for success. I might be wrong but if it's out there I want to know if it will last forever. I believe for some people it just might not be there. For me at least it's just not. If love did exist then my dad wouldn't hit me, and my mom wouldn't be a shell of the women she was eight years ago. Or my brother wouldn't drink himself into oblivion every night. Or the best example I could give for love not existing in this shitty little world we call home is the fact that my hero left me alone, with no one to comfort me. But no I am not throwing a pity party, nor do I want anyone's sympathy. If anyone looks at me with sympathy they'll get punched in the eye. Because you see I really don't care. And I learned long ago that if you stop expecting things in life you won't be disappointed when nothing goes right. So I live life to the fullest for me. No dull moments in life I always say. Take note when I say 'I live life to the fullest' that doesn't mean everything I do is bad or illegal. Sometimes it is. But like 15% of the time I do good .... things. Insert: innocent smile and batting of my eccentrically big blue eyes. Anyway back on topic, yeah some people have good lives. Others have a nice life that they share with someone else. But me! I hate relying on others and so far in life no one seems to care if I share my feelings with them or not. l mean its nice and all to think a special person will always have your back. But there is never any guarantee that they will. All I know is that I don't really want to find out. I may be rude, and you might not like me. But I am me. I am Calliway Ryder.