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I saw some pictures of Scruffy's friends today. I should say that I searched until I found pictures of his friends, especially those who have RSVP'd to his party. As I looked at the pictures, I felt really relieved because they all look nice.
Nice.
That was the first word that popped into my head.
I feel so naive.
There were other pictures. Some of boys smoking...something, and all that was going through my head was, "Not Steve, too." There wasn't a picture of him, though. Again, I felt relieved. But just because there isn't a picture doesn't mean...
So, how do I feel right now? I feel more at ease about going to Scruffy's party. And I feel unbearably lonely. I feel like there is no one I can confide in who will understand. I am alone in my naivity. How the hell did this happen. How can I be mature and know nothing at the same time. How long can I fight back this ache... by holding a bear to my chest.
-Xenos
Nice.
That was the first word that popped into my head.
I feel so naive.
There were other pictures. Some of boys smoking...something, and all that was going through my head was, "Not Steve, too." There wasn't a picture of him, though. Again, I felt relieved. But just because there isn't a picture doesn't mean...
So, how do I feel right now? I feel more at ease about going to Scruffy's party. And I feel unbearably lonely. I feel like there is no one I can confide in who will understand. I am alone in my naivity. How the hell did this happen. How can I be mature and know nothing at the same time. How long can I fight back this ache... by holding a bear to my chest.
-Xenos