So days after the Christmas break I decided to hang out with a friend. I mean, we didn't really know each other but I guess we were friends because we were both friends with Hesus. In all honesty, Weston's a cool dude.
I talked about Louisa to West. He listened and I continued to rant about her. It was nice actually to finally get some of those feelings out of my chest. He's pretty cool, wish we would be closer friends.
Anyway, I saw Louisa less now. I feel insane because of everything happening and all. It seems like the only reason why I mention Louisa is because she is my hope. She's my hope that I cling to, despite all the happenings around me.
It's like now the reason why I still like her is because it brings up my mood. But deep down, it will truly never. I will never solve issues between Theodore, like I will never be with Louisa.
But no one knows it, until I say so I guess.
And it's best that way.
I need Louisa because the thought makes me sane. I need it. But I will never have it. And that's the haunting thought.
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Короткий рассказHi, I'm Nathan! I'm your average boy that likes your average boy things! Uhm, ok... that doesn't sound right... Uhh... Hi I'm Nathan, a boy who dreamt of a life better than the current happenings. I am merely like other boys around the campus, inte...
