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I am in my dorm room. The first day of my second semester starts tomorrow. I am happy with my schedule and with the classes I'm taking. I'm happy that I've made friends here. I'm happy that my life is, overall, excellent.
I can't stop from thinking, almost obsessing about the elusive stranger that will become close to me, some time, eventually, maybe.
I want so badly to meet and be close with someone who completely comprehends me, all of my facets and quirks. I haven't met anybody like that in a long time. I haven't met anyone in a long time that I felt connected to.
Am I yet just another disaffected youth?
I connect more to the music I listen to than I do with the world around me. I feel like a stranger to my world, to my school, to my friends.
I am not depressed.
I am not anxious or angry or anything.
I am just lost, I think, in right now.
I can't stop from thinking, almost obsessing about the elusive stranger that will become close to me, some time, eventually, maybe.
I want so badly to meet and be close with someone who completely comprehends me, all of my facets and quirks. I haven't met anybody like that in a long time. I haven't met anyone in a long time that I felt connected to.
Am I yet just another disaffected youth?
I connect more to the music I listen to than I do with the world around me. I feel like a stranger to my world, to my school, to my friends.
I am not depressed.
I am not anxious or angry or anything.
I am just lost, I think, in right now.