Provo: Brigham Young University.
I sit, solitary on a bench waiting for my next art class to begin.
I have so many questions running through my mind.
I am questioning my existence on this earth.
Everyone around me is holding hands, loving it, loving each other.
My confidence is crushed. It is eleven elven. I make a wish.
I wonder what is wrong with me, why am i not holding hands with someone.
I took a shower this morning, I smell nice.
No one looks my direction
I am searching but not finding.
crushed,
blogged.
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