He’s going to a party and he’s scared to death.
Socialising.
It’s a scary thing folks, at least it is to this boy.
What will I say?
I have nothing to talk about.

Nervous excitement.
Oh man, my throat is bone dry.
A little dizzy, maybe even throw up.
Put my hand in my pocket,
Its shaking.
Jitters.
Walking in is the hardest part.

This isn’t going well.
Self-fulfilling prophecy.
I feel like a ghost.
Time to go.
Oh that hug; genuine compassion.
You just made it all worth it.
Thank you.