Throughout all of my life, I had never once truly been myself. I had always copied a part of another person to patch my current self into one "person". Even still, I find ways to smile, even if I hate "myself".
How about a little intro?
My name is Zay, I attend Shoketstu High. I had always been bullied. Either for something I had no control over, or for trying to fit in. I have white hair, so I stick out in a sore thumb in any crowd. My hair's one of those genetic things. I thought I looked badass, but it turns out, middle school boys don't like it when their girlfriends of six weeks maximum are complimenting another guy on their hair.
Since then I've been cruising through life on auto pilot. Video games, Convenience store food, and my bed. I live alone becauze my parents wanted me to "find myself", so they bought me an apartment and stayed cross-town.
I just want something to change. Anything. Just something to shake me out of this numbness.
I'd rather die than be here, but to be honest... I don't feel like leaving yet. I have a purpose, it's just not ready to be fulfilled yet. Let's just wait... And wait... And wait...