I used to always hate the fact that I was born ordinary—that I didn't stand out, didn't have any distinctive features on my face, didn't have a personality that drew people in. I hated that I was destined to fade into the background of everyone else's life. I hated my life. I hated being normal.
Yet deep down, my hatred for being ordinary was coupled with relief. Relief that my mistakes aren't under the spotlight, that I can express myself without someone breathing down my neck, that I can walk on the pavement and never worry about being looked at twice. I felt relieved that I was ordinary, and at the same time resented it. I was that person that never catches people's eyes, the person that you only see in your peripheral view—the person that never disturbs the cycle of everybody's life as they pass by.
My life is static--that dull little echo in the existence of everybody else. And I think I would forever be static, somehow, I hope that'll be enough for me.
Signed, W.M.
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Lackluster
FanfictionWin didn't want to be in the background of everyone's life any more, yet here he is. Here he is, standing under the shopfront window in front of two strangers, breaking up under the pouring rain. It's none of his business, he doesn't even want to be...
