Dear Society,
Sometimes people just don't get it. And that's okay, because most times, they never will. They won't get it because they don't want to. And naturally, since people don't feel the need to understand, I lie.
And I've become good at it.
So good, in fact that no one would believe the truth. I've become so good at lying, even I don't believe the truth sometimes. I mean, even God Himself can't tell when I'm saying anything less than the truth. And since I lie so much, good luck trying to figure out which things I write are the truth. If I even tell the truth.
I've also realized that people only care when they have something invested in you.
Time. Money. Effort. "Love." Bullshit.
The works.
But that's also okay, because...
You suck.
Love sucks.
People suck.
I suck.
We all suck.
Together.
Sincerely, The Outcast.
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The Outcast.
Teen FictionAfter having to move towns again, a girl who had always been the outcast begins an online journal in order to avoid taking anti-depressants. After moving and meeting a new boy, she realizes that maybe she isn't as lonely as she thought. Told throug...
