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Monday, I hate mondays.

I took a deep breathe and twisted the door knob, there I saw my classmates in their group of friends and here I am at the corner alone and trying to distract myself. Trying not to tell people i hate being alone, that I am alone.

I smiled painfully, good thing I am seated at the back. I placed my bag at the back of my chair and duck. I wanted to cry it's that time again, hell.

I hate myself for not having the confidence to speak my voice and to break the barrier I tend to make when people approach me. It just, it always get to me 'how they'll see me' 'how they'll accept me.'

but sometimes I hate them too, I question "why not push through? why not try?" you want too but you tend to give up but most of the time I don't hate them because at some point there just like me the difference is that they can come out from that shell and I don't have that.

I sighed I better work or I ain't gonna survive.