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Fuck.


“I should probably get to class”

What are you doing

Do you even know who’s in there?

Where are you going to sit?

What if the people who sit next to you try to talk?

What are you going to answer when they ask you how your day’s been going?

Do you honestly think they care enough about you to ask?

Who do you think you are?

 

“I need to go to the bathroom”

You’rekiddingyourself if you think you can get up in front of these people.

Everyone will see what you’re wearing

And how you did your makeup.

No one else is going to the bathroom

do you think you’re special?

Where are you going to walk in the class to ask the teacher?

You know you can't walk around that table.

Just hold it.

 

“That conversation looks interesting… “

Sure, but they Definitely aren’t interested in you being part.

If they cared about you at all, they would invite you to join in.

Don’t be that annoying person that encroaches on other people having a good time.

God, why were you even listening?

 

“Hey, you should come to Theo’s party tonight”

That’s funny.

I wonder who put her up to say that,

What did you do to make someone mad?

They’re obviously making fun of you for that joke about that guy that you made at the last party

What, you think they were too drunk to remember? That’s cute.

Are you seriously even thinking about going?

You can’t even talk to sales people, let alone these ones.

 
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