I hear people downstairs.
I hear young people.
Laughing and talking.
Giggling about something funny, I guess.
I wanted to peek and see what they were doing.
I know those voices, I met them a month ago.
But then, I decided to stay in my bed.
Trying to get some sleep over a bad mood.
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She's awkward
General FictionHer story might be your story. Her story might not be your story. Whatever her story is, she doesn't want you to judge her. She avoids people. She doesn't trust them. She doesn't feel important to them. So she enjoyed her own company. Now, sh...
