Overcoming Loneliness

Overcoming Loneliness

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People call Envy the Green-eyed monster. To me loneliness is also an monster. As you may recall from your childhood fairytales, all monsters can be beaten by a noble hero. Our 'hero' is Oliver Kings, a classic example of a social outcast. An accident in his younger years caused his peers to distrust and even fear him at times. What will happen when he realized what a real monster feels like? What would your reaction be when you just realize that you are the monster that everyone fears?Would you be ready for the years of torment that followed? How would you over come the monster? "I like to be alone. I like to walk home alone. I read and drink coffee in the company of myself. I even dance alone sometimes but I can't help noticing how happy couples look when they are together. How much a group of friends enjoys each others company. Even if I like being alone.. I don't fancy being lonely."
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Ana

Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25

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