Why am I like this? Is there something wrong with me? Or do I just not live up to society's standards? Why do people like me exist? Why was I brought into this world , only for society to take me right out for being "sick" ? I could go on forever, I have so many questions. Everyone shares one question, " why are we here?". I have never considered myself a bad person, in fact I am more of a hero, trying to clean society, in other words, erase their mistakes. We all make mistakes and we must fix them, trash them, and move on. Nobody understands me, and nobody ever will, not even my best friend, Otto. He is a good person, and I can't say that about most people. His hair is copper and his skin is fair, with freckles sprinkled across his nose like splattered paint on a canvas, and crystal blue eyes. He is moderately attractive, all the girls say hes cute enough, I guess. I don't care much about my appearance, does it really matter? People are like fruit, the skin doesn't really matter, it's the juicy sweet, or sour insides that matter. Are you more of an orange bittersweet with bursts of flavor, or more of a tomato tart, mild and bland? I have always felt like an avocado, buttery, rich, and creamy, but if not ripe, a tad bit bitter. Otto seems like a peach, sweet regardless if times are hard or soft, always keeping a smile just to help others feel better. We are opposites in that way, if someone causes pain and suffering to me or others, they deserve to feel all of that pain as well, its like karma. People don't like me, they never have, and never will. I don't want to be a Loner but nobody really likes avocados, unless on toast, and that's what Lotto is to me, my toast.
