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Journal Entry 12

It's been five weeks since my last entry, and I don't know if I'll be able to cover everything that has happened since then in.. such a short page. I'll start with the encounter of my new.. friend of sorts. 

I finally left my home several days after I had last written, mainly just to supply myself with more intoxicating agents. The sun was warm on my skin and the air didn't smell like shit and alcohol. It was honestly really refreshing. So I continued on to the bar, wanting to spend more time away from the confinement of my own mind. When I got there I was definitely flushed from the effort of walking. The air was cold inside the building, but nothing like the slimy cold tendrils of the darkness. People were everywhere, helping to drown out the hell of myself. I spent half an hour sitting at the counter staring at the wood grains. The horrid sensation of that of a stalker watching me crept back into my bones. A presence was lingering near by, I felt a hand stroking my shoulder. It took everything out of me to not scream like a drunken freak. That would certainly get me sent home. I peered around the curtain of my hair, and standing beside me was a man. Or boy. He seemed to young to me to be a man. How did a young man such as himself get into a bar? He spoke to me. I didn't understand what he said. My mind has been too muddled for so long. I finally looked up to him and his face, and my heart stopped. His soft features came as such a surprise to me, with soft brown hair and eyes to match. Just remembering him makes my heart flutter. I'll have to continue this later....