{"sf1_id":223298,"sf2_id":"XnrY0RPm","title":"New Feelings: Entry #2: Oh life, why hath thou forsaken me?","author":"Coffee Otter","words":532,"posted_at":"2011-02-18T04:55:00.000Z","tags":["FEELINGS","Fennec","Gay","Love","M/M","New Feelings","Romance","Stupid Things","Wolf","Youth"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/223298-new-feelings-entry-2-oh-life-why-hath-thou-forsaken-me","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XnrY0RPm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7b/a8/7ba82884-0102-4830-9d00-67257d507e73","description":"","content":" **_Hey there, me again. Uhmm....I'm not really sure what to write today, I mean, I've actually let a day pass before writing this...That's worth something,right? I think it is. Mainly because now I don't have to worry about Elliott seeing my entries or my poems. Jeeze, it still sounds weird saying that....poems. Poem. Poetry..._**** _meh, oh well. I suppose I should write about my day a little, huh? That is the point of a journal at least. So.....uhmmm....my day was pretty uneventful. We got a new song in choir, I got called a fag a few times, normal stuff. \\*sigh\\* I wish I were back at school. At least there i have my furiends to talk to. Oh well, I'll write again tomorrow._**\n\n**_Caylen~_**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That should be good.\" I mumble to myself as I cap my pen and tuck my journal back under my bed. I climb into bed and pull the covers over myself, being carefull not to sit on my tail, like usual. I pick up my iPawd[\\*Note: _Real_ original =p] and type in the passcode. I scroll over to my pictures and tap it gently and a plethora of pictures floods y screen like a surge from the ocean. As I scroll through them, I think \"Not tonight, I'm not in the mood.\" So i skip the many pictures of attractive foxes and leopards and other male furs to where i put the scanned pictures of my book. It was a good book so far, about a tiger who plays football, and his mate, a cunning, smart, and sexy scouter. I normally wouldn't read a book about football, but, this one's different. Its got a catch; the football star is gay, and he comes out on national TV during a press conference. That's about how far i am in the book. I read a few chapters then went to sleep.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The next day at school, Elliott was gone. I found out he had the flu, so I sent him a text message:\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; **Hey. =3**\n\nHe replied several mintues later filling me in on why he wasn't at school.\n\n**\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;** _Hey. What's up? sry Im not @ skool.--sick :p_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; **Sry 2 hear that bud.**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; _Nah, is all good. I'll be bak 2moro_\n\nThis time, I replied with a risk I couldn't tell if i would love, or regret horribly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; **rly? gr8! its uh kinda lonely w/o u.**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; _so.....u sayin u miss me or sumthin?_\n\n**\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; a lot..... \\\u003c3**\n\nI didn't get a reply back after that. Saddened and embarrased I was quiet and secluded myself for the rest of the day. I was at a loss, I mean, I had spent the better part of 5 years getting to be his furiend, and to think I ruined it with a text message that took me less than 30 seconds to type. I really just wanted to scream \"FML!\" Instead, I did the next dummest thing; I texted him again, for a last time, simply asking :\n\n**Dude....u there?**\n\nOnce more, nothing. \"Well,\" I thought to myself, \"At least I'll have something to write about in my journal tonight.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/223948-new-feelings-entry-3-our-secret.json"}