The rooftops of the city glistened under a layer of acidic
rain residue. That was its beauty. All the crummy stuff got flipped
on its head when we beamed it to the world via the conglomeration
of media. boy we know how to lie. It’s a most charming
If fear failure more than anything else. It’s why I didn’t learn to ride a bike until I was fifteen. It’s why I still don’t know how to drive. When I see other people succeed at something, I just know I will fail. I have pretty poor self esteem.
I glanced out over the wasteland that was my life: my father lay quietly in the coffin, my estranged stepmother and brother were turned away from me and my sister couldn’t decide who needed her emotional strength more. I didnt.