"I have to tell you something," she said to her friend worriedly.
"What is it?" They replied.
"I don't have any real close friends like most people do," she confessed. "I mean, all the friends I have are mostly mutuals, with a few that I trust more then others, but I can't help but feel lost."
"You have me now," they said. "I'll be that best friend."
"Thanks," she continued. "but I just don't truly fit in with these people. I mean, whenever a new kid comes in, they find their group of friends and thats that, but when I came in it felt like I was floating through space, like I still am floating through space and I'll wake up and find that it was all just a bad nightmare I was having."
"That's normal to feel," they said. "I mean, I would be lost of I didn't have you."
"But what I feel isn't normal," she half whined. "I like floating through everything sometimes, happy that I don't have to go through the dilemmas that everyone else is facing, but then again, I don't. I don't know, but I just feel as if I don't belong here, as if this is just another pit stop in my life long journey that I'll gladly forget."
"Everything that happened, everything that happens," they said emphasizing the s, "is for a reason, and you're feeling this way for a reason."
"Will we ever find out why?" She asked.
"Only if we keep going on," they replied.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
