Broken Pencils

Petty People Pleaser

March 18

Do people know what it's like to be normal? Is there anyone out there who legitimately knows how to function in a way that people are expected to?

People think that I'm a people pleaser, but I don't really understand how they think that. They say that I'm kind and willing to help others, but isn't everyone like that? Shouldn't everyone be like that?

Also, I feel I should mention that I've decided to switch my math class.

I can't stand those two girls anymore. I guess they weren't very nice after all.

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Marcy sat at the edge of their bed staring down the clock. It said 7:03 A.M, but Marcy had a feeling that their eyes were playing a trick on them. Surely it was 7:03 P.M.

A three hour power nap vs. a fifteen hour depression nap. Marcy wasn't depressed or anything, so the fifteen hour alternative seemed abnormal.

It's also possible that they were just exhausted. It didn't seem unlikely, seeing as the past few days included copious amounts of worry, stress, and lack of sleep.

Or maybe they were slipping back into another episode, and if that was the case, then they might as well just skip school for the next forever.

However, it was Sunday, so Marcy didn't have to deal with school today. Instead, they decided to waste away the entire day playing Stardew Valley. And when nightfall came, they wasted their time attempting to hum themself to sleep, clinging to their stuffed animals as tight as they could.

Marcy's alarm clock had the gall to go off, meaning that they had to wake up and face reality.

"That's awfully rude of you," Marcy said to the clock before silencing it with a swift, albeit, needlessly violent motion. "Let me sleep, goddammit." They noticed that their chest ached slightly, a feeling that was all too familiar. They were used to it, though, so they didn't pay it much attention.

After a second glimpse at the clock, Marcy realised what day it was, meaning that they could see their girlfriend, and possibly maybe future girlfriend.

"Useless alarm clock, why didn't you wake me sooner!?" Marcy yelled at the inanimate object that did exactly what it was designed to do as Marcy frantically got ready to go to school.

"Hey, Marbles," Anne said as Marcy approached the usual hangout spot, next to the library.

"Hi, where's Sasha?" Marcy said in response, their chest tightening slightly.

"Probably sleeping or something stupid. I'm guessing she probably forgot to set her alarm."

"That wouldn't surprise me."

After a few minutes of mindless talking, a familiar looking blonde appeared in the hallway, out of breath.

"Long time no see," Anne said.

"I know, three days without me must've drove you insane," Sasha quipped. "But here I am, so you can gaze upon me in all my glory."

"There is something seriously wrong with you," Anne replied.

"What's wrong is that I still haven't kissed my girlfriend today."

"Sasha, you don't have a girlfriend." Anne paused. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"N- Anne, no, I was pathetically flirting with you. Speaking of which, Marcy, did you tell her about what happened?"

Sasha gazed at Marcy. Marcy simply shook their head.