he liked observing people. that was something that he had started doing recently. he had never taken time out of his day to observe all the incredible people that would walk past him on the street every day and who he would never see again.
in the past, he only worried about stuff. the way he looked like, the amount of friends he had, the grades on his tests.
now, he didn't care about anything. he was too tired to worry. that's why he spent all of his days in the coffee shop, watching people come and go as he sat there on a chair observing their faces and imagining what their lives would be like.
and sometimes a random person would catch his eye and he would wonder if he would be happier if he was that person. maybe he would feel less lonely if he wasn't himself.
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Lost Boys
Short Storyhe was just a boy who didn't know where he belonged who felt lonely all the time who was lost but it was okay because he was used to it
