I always knew that my life was pretty much pointless, not in the way that I don’t feel like living more in the way that no one would really miss me if I was gone. I had my life figured out, graduate from uni, get a job, maybe find a wife and live the rest of my life in peace. See I don’t mind staying on the sidelines, I don’t mind not being noticed. In fact I quite like being invisible, being the observer rather than the one being observed. Being anonymous, a nobody, boring, waste of space, weird. All the names I’ve been called growing up. They don’t bother me at all.
I always thought that I knew how my life was going to be. That I could never truly have the life that I want. But that was until I met him.