English Writing Ideas

Fictional Stories 2

Plot 2:

"I don't need friends..."

That's all I've been repeating to myself my entire life. Yet I couldn't understand why.

I've repeated to myself over and over that I don't need friends, because they only hold you back. Yet why do I feel so lonely?

I've repeated numerous times, to me and many others as well, that if you let even one virus into your life, it could affect you forever. That you would slowly lose your life, bits by pieces. Each and every day, slowly and quietly. Like the little dandelion that grew up alone in the side of your planting pot; the other dandelions slowly killed each other off, starving each other of nutrients, yet the one, lone dandelion that grew all alone and far away from any other dandelions flourished and thrived. Did you see any of the other dandelions who grew up near each other flourish and thrive? Did they even live? No. Because it was simple enough to say it: You don't need friends.

Yet why am I here, questioning myself?

Have I simply gone insane? Or perhaps I am just confused a bit. After all, this could just be another one of life's minor problems that it throws at you randomly once in a while. No big deal, right?

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I hugged my teddy bear my father had given me for my 9th birthday, which had long passed.

I pulled my suitcase by my side, as I strode into my dorm room, the smell of fresh linen and hand-sanitizer filling the air. I cringed at the choice of the freshener.