I walk Alone

I followed a link from Mike's post last night to something his cousin Chris posted. It's something I can sympathize with, but I wish I wouldn't have come across it now while I'm still down about what I missed and not being missed at Homecoming. It just ads to the angst. But, its worth quoting, still:

I've lost my childhood. I'll be 18 in a matter of days. It came so fast. I never realized my dreams of establishing a deep connection with anyone. My best friend is wandering the halls without knowing of us,
without knowing me. I am, perhaps, the only person who has never met their "best friend". It's a little sad that my best friend is anyone who's willing to give me comfort when I'm in the depths of my self-pity and self-loathing. I have never truly known a shoulder to cry on, or an embrace to numb the pain in my chest.

I almost brought myself to tears comforting someone, realizing I was telling them things that I've always wanted to hear from someone else.

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I've rediscovered my pathetic stupefaction by girls. Girls that are even slightly attractive. It's a curse, being able to see the superficial beauty in most anyone. It's not so much "lowering your standards" as it is focusing on their beauty until everything else is nothing. How can I think to say something when I am captivated by their eyes