I grew up in one of the most beautiful states in Malaysia, yet all that was tainted by one thing. I had a skin disease, I do not know what the medical terms for it is, but basically, it’s white spots. By the age of 7 my body was filled with it. I was in primary schools with ruthless and immoral beings, and there my “happy childhood” was ruined. At the age of 11, I was pulled away from the land I grew up in, and thrown into a underdeveloped uncivilized hellhole. 5 years there did me no good, sure I gain experienced, yet the depths of abyss I sank into left scars that marred my soul forever. Then I came to this city, the heart of the nation. By now, one would expect me to be this little insecure boy that never had a proper childhood. But i did the exact opposite, I grew into an overly-secured, extremely independent, man. So much so, that 21 years later, I still have not found a close friend, one I can confide my deepest secrets too. It was always either platonic, or physical relationships that developed in the end. I never really understood society’s rule that we must co-exist with one another. So does that make me an outcast?
I’m afraid this dangerous road I’m traveling would not have happy ending. Yet I have no idea where the brakes are.
Don’t ask me “what’s wrong?” or “are you okay?” , because, to be honest, I cannot even comprehend the basics of the matters that trouble my soul.
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