I knew from a young age that there were no normal people around me.
My parents, in their early years, were a substitute for a wealthy family's marriage, and they were sweet pets. My brother was a stand-in for a domineering president. My sweetheart had a little coward who hugged his thigh carefully for fear that he would turn black. My best friend, she was actually a fake daughter who was mistakenly carried, and she wanted to crush the real daughter into the mud.
I often feel out of tune with the world because I am too normal.
Intention: None