I've never been the social type of person at any point in my life. Not necessarily due to shyness.
More like due to general hatred of humanity.
Most girls my age are interested in dating. Most guys my age are interested in getting wasted.
I'm not gonna lie, I was at one point as well. But a part of me decided to grow the hell up.
My friends, besides a few rad individuals, now consist of paper and hardback novels.
oh well, right?
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"Kelsea, we're going to be late for the set y'know. Come." Ellie pushed aside the piles of notebook sheets, earning a prolonged groan from me. It was stupid.
My songs weren't up to par just yet and I'm going to be surrounded by bands with songs that are.
"But they're not finished, Ellie. God damn it." I looked up at her, blowing a dark strand of hair from an expression that felt pitiful.
"Fine. But the girls and I are going either way. We can play fucking covers for all I care." Her eyes held a glint of challenge.
