Through the eyes of one drowning in despair

He flinched as he remembered the last time he touched someone. *Smack*The mere memory of it made him want to curl up in a ball and cry to himself. The sound of his game blaring in his headphones a comfort in a painful memory. "You dare tell someone!""Stay away!" He jumped from his seat and started curling up trying to protect himself from a ghost of the past." After waiting for a smack only for nothing to come out of it, he opened his eyes and remembered that it was all in the past now. He sighs."i.. I wish i had never been born." He mutters."I wish i could live in my own fantasies.... Not this stupid shitty world..."