hands :: joshler

third

Josh felt alone in school. He really wasn't: he had two friends who actually cared, and a few more who weren't bad. And that's what he kept trying to tell himself, but the feeling kept coming back. It didn't help that there also seemed to be someone else's voice that would tell him the bad things. The wrong things. Well... no. No it wasn't anyone else's voice, it was his own. He didn't recognize it because he didn't say much. No one really listened to him, so why should he?