Lunch saves me. It is the only time at school where I can be alone and hide and actually think.
The bathroom is a nice spot where you can be to yourself. (I know, weird.) But I choose not to go there. It is the worst place to eat food -let alone be there- during lunch. All there is is a whole bunch of girls talking about things that I don't really want to listen to while I am eating. And they are always putting on pounds of makeup. Seriously! Pounds! I am pretty sure that when they stand on a weighing scale, their weight would have like eight more pounds than usual when they are wearing makeup and eight less when they are not.
So, I choose the library. Honestly, I think people misjudge the library. It is an amazing place. It is so peaceful and quiet and free of any worry. So while I eat my lunch, I do my homework. Or listen to music. Or even read a book.
In many books and movies, nerds are the lowest class of any school. I am not a nerd, right? Then how is it that the nerds bully me too? WEIRD!
I am the lowest class in the entire school.
It never bothered me. But now, I am realizing that it does.
And I have to do something about it.
I eat my lunch and decide one thing that may tear me: I will go to the dance.
Lunch, you are no longer my savior. You allow people to be alone. To think. You kill people.
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My Name is Insecurity
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