One

As I sat on the swing looking up at the stars I wondered why I was here. Why was I put on this planet? I wasn't special. I didn't have any unique abilities. I was hardly even good at basic human functions. Why had I been given the gift of life and what was I even supposed to do with it?

I twisted my swing from side to side and let my feet drag in the dirt. I wasn't anything. I didn't have friends. I didn't have family. I had nothing to offer the world but being awkward and shy. Not only was I without a purpose, but I leeched off of those around me. I didn't have a home. I didn't have money. I took what I could find and I never gave back. I was a tick on the back of a dog. I was a throw away and yet here I was. 

Even when I was born it was clear that I was destined for nothing but failure. My parents didn't want me. They dropped me with a friend and the friend didn't want me either. I was taken to the state and placed in foster care. Even then, as a brand new baby, I was never adopted. I was never good enough. There must have been something about me that let everyone in on the secret that I wasn't worth their time. I wasn't worth the money to feed. My personality sucked. I never loved them back. They all turned me back in with some excuse as to why it wouldn't work, but I grew up and I'm still here.