And I look to my Eskimo friend.
I'm just swimming in aloneness now, quite literally and most figuratively. Damn it for being a girl, innit? I'm just chilling in my room listening to Damien Rice when i suddenly felt a pang of loneliness.
Yesterday i was reading Jodi Picoult's The Pact, which was about a teen couple who supposedly had a suicide pact to die together, romeo and juliet style. However by some twist of fate, Chris didn't die, and was then charged with manslaughter for allegedly killing Emily (spoiler: of course he did not). Later on as the story unfolds, Chris discovered, that Emily was pregnant 11 weeks with his child before she died. He was thrown into a messy state of confusion, wondering what was it that prevented her from telling him, because they both know that Chris would have married Emily, had she told him the truth, because he loved her with all his heart.
"My whole life was about her," Chris said, his voice thick.
"What if her whole life wasn't all about me?"
I see myself in Chris, and that makes me a little lonely. and rather confused too.