Stranger Friends

There is no such thing as a happy ending. Boys are fickle creatures and I am so tired of this nonsense. If you consider yourself to be an adult, then act like one! Games are for high schoolers.

I wasnt intending to get involved. Emotions, those bitches.

I still have the napkin he gave me his number on, I should have thrown it away when I had the chance. I never should have asked.

Now Im all in a frenzy, over thinking everything Ive ever done and said. Its madness, Im telling you.

The worst part though is that if I could find a sliver of hope Id go right back to where I was.

Its hard being alone in a big city.

Its hard to make friends out of strangers.

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