It wasn't a mere hours ago when someone put a bullet through my heart with words, judging from the size of the hole the bullet made, the artillery in question had the firepower equal to that of a shotgun, or to a canon. Anyway, the wound was still smoldering and the smell of burning flesh and smoke was still strong in my nostrils when the person in question decided to extricate debris from the hole with what feels like a set of iron pincers.

The excruciating pain sent signals to my brain bringing forth the thought that I do not belong in this world or in the next, or any world for that matter where feelings of rejection, alienation, isolation, or loneliness exist.

How can I not believe in aliens when I feel like one?