mon, may 21

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I'm sitting on the grass with my friend and my sister (who is not my friend). They're talking, I try to chime in, but am not heard. I feel isolated. The outlier of this small group. I can't tell if my sister is pissing off at me, or not. She says I'm a "maybe" invite for the party at our house. Is this? Disassociating? Them, hating me?  I don't know. This grass is itchy, the sun is HOT, and math is hard.

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