Female Loser

Chapter whatever

   The creek's nice, or maybe it's a lake; I don't know; I don't care to know; it's mine, and that's what matters. The water's not super clear; it has a dark green tint to it, most likely from dirt or algae. It has a crevice from where the top of the hill is to the beginning of the water; inside is some moss. I never quite know how to describe things. Everyone interprets things differently; you can overthink it or just grasp the basic points. Pretend to understand or ask again. It doesn't quite matter, does it? I think it does... 
   It's nice living in a small town... well, not really. It's nice to walk around, but I wouldn't know. I don't really go out. I should...

Yeah...
 
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   I don't know. I never really know anything... Well, maybe I do, but just the stuff that gets you A's in all your classes. I'll still freeze when someone's in front of me. Im not very spatially aware. I guess I'm just ditsy. I just nod and smile; maybe people should stop talking to me. It might make it easier...
 
... Speaking of school, starting softmore year might be a nice fresh start...