bridges [on hold]

vii. something like that

february 3, 2013

it's been…how many days? forty-three?  i think it's kind of irrelevant to keep writing the number at the bottom of the page. it feels like it was yesterday no matter how much time passes.

a new kid moved in down the street from me. i don't know his name. he lives with his dad. i have no idea where his mom is, but he doesn't have any siblings.

he's is lonely, i can tell. i can see it in his face when he walks down the street. believe me, i know lonely when i see it. what's that phrase? "you have to be one to know one?"

something like that.

mom says i should talk to him, since he's my age. she's trying to set me up, this i can also tell. i'm not interested in dating though. i'm not even sure i want to be friends with him. a second source of loneliness is the last thing i need.

maybe we can help each other.

never mind. i'm not sure about him, i don't think anyone will he able to help me. the only person in control of my emotions is me, and right now, "in control" is not a phrase i would use.

talking to this kid would a no-go, then. 

looks like we'll both be going our own lonely ways.

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i got sunburnt today, so i look like a tomato.

thanks florida.

*deep sigh*

this was kinda short, but the next few chapters get a bit longer.

hopefully y'all will like them. c:

- kendall