As I sit on the grassy hill, I realize that despite being surrounded by people, I am all alone.
It is nothing short of horrifying, coupling with the various drugs that I had taken earlier that day. There are some people I know well, some I know slightly, and others I do not know at all. No one seems to understand what I am talking about. Am I really that delusional, taking upon an immature point of view on the world. I go back and forth between the various girls in the group,expecting to fall in love with at least one of them. No one seems the least big intrigued, for I create a wall between me and the rest of the world. Why isn't anyone as passionate as I am about living a life of ecstatic excitement? It makes me uncomfortably lonely.
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