Forgotten Anomaly• Show stories

I am an anomaly, a person who does not fit in any group, who at times does not even seem human. I am the Forgotten Anomaly, the one who is overlooked, ignored, and withheld. I’m the type of person who could throw themselves under a bus and all anyone would have to say is “I was wondering when she’d finally do it.” Apparently on my birth certificate it says my name is Paige, you can call me that if you insist on calling in anything. I’ve also been known as Nameless Writer and Shadowed Phoenix.

I am an English major because apparently it’s required of my generation to go to college or spend your life pumping gas or flipping burgers at the McDonalds. In two years of college I feel I have learned nothing. No I do not have a low GPA I’m actually an on and off honors student (depending how much work I feel like putting in that semester).

I hate people. I do not trust people. I’ve been hurt plenty of times and through all of it my hatred has only grown until it has consumed me. I am recluse and would not complain if I never had to see another human being in my existence (however short I choose that existence to be).

There is no love in my body. I do not understand the meaning or the reasoning behind it, have never loved anyone, and can’t even really say I love my own parents. I think people who ‘fall in love’ with other people are setting themselves up to be hurt. I will live alone and eventually die alone.

I hate being touched like the plague. I cringe at the thought of shaking hands and only do that when I have to. Hugging will give me panic attacks and I would rather die than do things like hold hands, cuddle, or *shutter* have sex.

I do not come from a close family. I will soon be moving for the 16th time in my 19 years of life from Minnesota to California, this is the only time I have ever been given an option whether to come or not and I am only going because I need the hell out of the frozen over, back water, unpopulated town.

I’m nearly blind. If anyone asks me how many fingers they are holding up I will break every finger on their hand.

I have anger issues; even the dog barking is enough to make me want to go off. Most of the time when I get angry I am the one that suffers.

Self esteem is an unknown term for me.

I’m working on a novel right now called Saving Paradise. I may not have a laptop soon and thus writing may be stopped all together but you are welcome to start reading what I have.

You can also find me at Allpoetry here: http://allpoetry.com/Forgotten%20Anomaly

My only friend in the entire world is online and that’s Surreal Rhapsody

If for some odd reason you care to learn more about me you can message me but I’m not any good at holding conversations so I may just ignore you. You can also ask me to read your stories/poetry and as long as it’s not romance or erotica I’ll probably read it.