I choose to be alone. All I know is sadness, ever since I was a child. See, my dad beat me whenever I stepped out of line, and the line was thin. I tried getting comfort from my friends, but they never thought to give me a shoulder to cry on, and to them my depress demeanor was only a nuisance.
As I got to high school things got worse. People began noticing I was different, and then the bullying began. I distanced myself from everyone and surrounded myself with anime. Anime didn't judge me because I was different, and I liked having that.
I soon met a group of like-minded friends; all anime fans who felt the same way as me. We were all great friends for quite a number of years. There was one I liked; she was on my mind all the time. I asked her out and she rejected me, and then I soon fell into another depression.
This one was worse than before, and all of my friends noticed it. They tried to give me comfort, but between the bullying, the still ongoing home abuse and the rejection from my only crush I distanced myself from them. Soon, they had given up all hope of me ever becoming the happy fun loving person I was before, and gave up on me. When I finally had gotten myself out of the slum I was in it was far too late. They didn't care to be my friend anymore.
Plus, I'm kind of a faggot douche.
