Every time I leave my house, it seems that whenever I see guys within the same age range as myself at 19, they’re always, always either with groups of friends or their girlfriends. I must be the only young guy in my entire town who’s often seen walking the streets by himself. Sometimes I wonder have other people noticed me, that strange looking pale guy with the crazy hair that blows apart in the wind, with his awkward gait, arms hanging down by his side, who turns his head away whenever he passes girls. I wonder when do they look at me do they think to themselves that guy’s a creep, he’s a weirdo. Or do they just not notice me at all, am I a walking shadow, a ghost that occasionally ventures into the world of the living before returning to my resting place.
