Curse, It sounds like an ordinary word. Just five letters sitting quietly together, until you begin to think about what it means. Funny enough, it is part of my three names. Yeah, I know. The tongue creates. But what do you call a boy who is a dreamer, yet never seems to reach the place he truly wants to be? What do you call a virgin desperate to find a lover, yet somehow never finds one? What do you call a guy who keeps trying to make things right, who works hard to impress people, who desperately wants to be accepted, but somehow always ends up being kicked out of the picture? You know what the most terrifying thing in my life is? Reality. I fear reality. I fear the real world I wake up to every morning. I fear it because I am weak. I fear it because I don't know whether anyone will ever stretch out a hand to pick me up when I finally fall. And the strange thing is, I think I saw this reality coming long before it arrived. Even before I finished school, something in...