Like any 18 year old guy, my life is filled with teenage infatuations and college assignments. I am loved by parents; I'm loved by my friends. I'm just the kind of a guy whom you'd find in the middle benches, minding his own business, scheming on hitting on beautiful girls of my time. I am not an outcast, I am not stupid, I am not a freak, I am not one of those gifted - I am just too... normal.
Nah, this is not the life that I am supposed to be leading - the life of anyone - insignificant, trifle, trivial. I'm slowed down by normality; influenced by the ordinary world, ordinary people. I don't want to be one of them. I want to be something like a silkworm whose precious cocoon is used to prepare beautiful clothing; to be of more importance than a little insect - even if it means my death.
This world cannot give me more than pampering or flattering. I've to be on my own to be special. I guess, I'll have to runaway...