Chapter one; Love, Life and the Pursuit of Happiness.
I first heard of the word “melancholy” from a TV show. It was called “A Series of Unfortunate Events,” popular, I know. The word stuck with me not just because of how Lemony Snicket described it, but because it described my life almost perfectly. Not quite depressing, but not exactly happy either. I remember being alone from an early age. I remember sitting on the sidewalk right where it turned from one street to another, and had divots in the pavement to let blind people know that there was a crosswalk there. It was my favourite place in the neighbourhood to sit, reflect, and often cry, especially when the sun was setting. I once sat there when I was around 10-11, sobbing because my only friends, other than my loving cousin, in the entire neighbourhood were leaving. You see, I had other “friends,” but I knew that they all secretly hated me. I sat sobbing, just as I would years later. That neighbourhood I haven't seen since Christmas, which, at the time of writing ...