Even though I felt fine in the confines of my house, school was different. I had to deal with the stares of everyone, and the constant harassing of teachers and counselors wanting to "help" me.
I wasn't sure that I needed help. Maybe I did. Maybe I needed something. Not a therapist, or whatever, but a friend. Someone I could talk to, that wasn't going to feed me bullshit about stuff I already knew.
But I was alone. Maybe that was good too, because then I wouldn't have to spill my heart out to anyone. I didn't want to.
But I didn't want to keep everything bottled up either.
But I hadn't then, had I? I screamed my feelings in the middle of the hallway.
I'm rambling now. Long story short, I was just as fucking confused about my feelings as Elsa had been.
Speaking of her...
She had apparently left the school right after I had, and vowed to not return. Ever.
I was glad, I'm ashamed to admit. I was glad I wouldn't have to see her, and feel the build up of emotions raging in my soul. I was glad that she was gone from my life.
But I couldn't help but wonder what was next for her.
