• After many years of being a outcast I still miss those days. A long time ago, when I was still a kid, It just didn't matter how I looked or how many friends I had. I could still have a crush on a weird girl and not care if I ever had a chance. Every day was good and nothing really mattered. Me and my friends were always outside. Day by Day I didn't worry about the next, but the day eventually came when my little brother had to go to kindergarten and we had to go back to British Columbia, where I live now, and it was never the same after that. I didn't have the friends like I did back then and I was miserable. I was always afraid of what others thought. I never could be the same again.

    Even when I thought I was fearless I had one big fear of what others thought. I also had the fear of failing at what I do. I was never good at video games so they were never my way to waist my day. It is always a good thing to remember don't let fear get the best of you.