Life has never been fair, nor will it ever be – a lesson I learned from a very young age.

The first lesson to ever learn for people like me, people from my world.

You can never truly hate it, however. Life, I mean. It's something we've developed a certain hatred and fondness towards because we want to blame something or someone for all the bad things that happen to us.

But, it also depends on where you stand, whether you're at the top or at the bottom of the food chain. The middle is usually biased since they've got a little bit of both, I suppose.

I don't know where I stand.

It's neither at the top, the middle nor the bottom. It's somewhere where I'm invisible, somewhere that doesn't quite exist.

I think I belong to those who are below the bottom of the food chain. Those who are no one. Those who are not concerned whether life is fair or not.

All they're ever worried about is whether they can survive and make it to the next day or not, whether they'll ever start living. It's not even about money. It's just about being alive.

I just wanted to feel alive.

I've always lived everywhere and nowhere.

From a home that was anything but a home, to an aimless life on the streets and temporary self-made shelters.

I never belonged anywhere. Not with my mother, not with her friends, not with kids my age, not even with myself. I've always been a lost soul roaming vast lands of the living but never truly being part of them.

It was as if the beating of my heart was meaningless, not enough of a proof that I was alive, that I belonged.

I was there. I was here. I was everywhere. I was nowhere.

And, I didn't belong anywhere.

I never belonged anywhere.

Not until Cathie.

Note: I'm trying something new, a different way of story-telling (for me), dark themes still lol because I like showing both sides of life.