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TOday, I felt like death.
Every person I met asked me who I was. I felt I was introducing nobody to them. A person who seemed like something on the outside, but really had nothing to offer on the inside. I was empty. I had no love. People around me were in love, or thought they were being in love. I was lonely and on my own.
I felt embarassed at not having had a truly hot boyfriend in all of my life. I felt nervous about getting to the time when my friend Art would show up. I thought of avoiding him. I thought or running away without explanations. But instead I remained. I sat, and waited it out.
Young people around me were more at ease than myself. Punk Girls wore super short mini skirts. Other girls chased their dogs. Threw frisbees. Danced. Knew who they were. Were becoming who they wanted to be. I wanted to run away from them all, so I could hide inside the stories that I write. Or run away further, to a different city again. And this time follow a different dream.