The Final Farewell

A/N Hey guys, The Lonely Blitz here. Well, I thought before I move on, I should tell you some of my life story. Whelp, here it is.

Chapter One- The Road to Life is a hard road to travel.

"I'm not afraid of tomorrow, I'm just afraid of myself"- SR-71

"The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved." - Mother Teresa

Well, I should start somewhere right? I am not really good at expressing thoughts onto paper so that's why I am sending you a recording.

It all started back in the early stages of my life. The first 3 years of Primary school was perfect. It had to change though, right?

My first year of hell, only a taste of what's to come.

Before we go forward, I would like to say, welcome to the deepest parts of my thoughts. I have never told anybody this. I expect you to do the same.

This story that's going to be taking place is reality. Not fantasy, not fictional. Cold hard reality.

Welcome to my life. This is the person behind the screen.

Let's start with my background of my up bringing.

I had a very stable family. A very fortunate and well off family at that. I had a mom, a dad, 2 sisters and 2 dogs.

I grew up around great role models. Hehe, I wondered what happened?

They taught me from right and wrong, guided me, fought for me, educated me, provided for me, helped me achieve my goals but most importantly, loved me.

My 2 sisters. Both younger than I am. Both which are very stable.

Then there is me. The only male. The only...dysfunctional one, I guess you could put it in that wording.

Weak, loser, nerd, not loved, weird, dysfunctional terms to name me, just to name a few.

Haha. I guess I am the black sheep amongst all the perfect white ones. The ones that the master wants.

Let me just rearrange everything I just mentioned into my way of thinking.

Stable but unstable family. Mother that loves only 1 out of her 3 kids.

Dad. Ha, I could arrange a long list to be written. Stressed, angered easily, not protective, judgemental. Mental.

2 sisters. One that is very spoiled and one that is very moody and edgy.

Then there is little poor me. Pathetic, doesn't deserve anything, useless, weak, not worth the time or space. Bullied.

This long road of life which people say there's the light! Where? I don't see any.

I guess I'm not part of the lucky few that get to see it. I'm the one that gets cast away into the depths of the abyss.

The useless idiot. The waste of space. The weakling. Destined for greatness. Pfft.

I don't belong here. I don't belong to anything or anyone. I'm an outcast, an outsider, a dreamer.

I'm pretty sure I covered the most part of what this story is heading.

Prepare to find out things that no one has ever known about me. Prepare for pain, loss and sadness.

This is the final thing I will tell you.

Are you up for it? I'll understand if you just turn it off now.

This recording will send you to places that you have never been to.

People said getting help was good. Right?

I guess I wasn't one of the lucky ones that got help. Maybe I could've been one of them. I guess at the end.

I didn't try.

I didn't care.

I wanted out.

I gave up.

A/N This...was very hard for me to write. Very hard. You guys have got no idea. Expect slow updates. It's very painful for me to write. Honestly. I hope you guys will learn something from this whether it be from mistakes and just about me as a person. This is the person behind the screen. Read and Review.