Chapter 5

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I'm still standing in the parking lot...staring at this huge as* building in front of me.

"You know,I really didn't miss you."Yes I was talking to a bunch of bricks,yes I said that out loud and yes people were staring,mxm like I care.

I want to head inside now...but first,I reach into my backpack for my phone,plug in my earphones,pick a random playlist and start walking towards this tall building I call prison.

As soon as I enter the prison,I can feel the warmth in everyone's first day of school cheerful vibes.

It's funny how everyone is smiling today...mostly fake smiles...but I spot a few genuine one's as well,then... tomorrow it's going to be a completely different story.

I head straight towards the restroom,it's not far from the front door I came through.

As I walk in...I decide that I want to look closely in the mirror,you know,too see if my EVERYTHING still looks hella fresh.

Just like every girl restroom,this is what I walk in on.

A few girls crying over the fact that they missed each other...girls complaining about the holidays being too short...girls gossiping about some innocent girl,who would never even hurt a fly...girls confronting each other about some boyfriend drama...girls hating on people's outfits,hair,shoes,people in general...then there are girls who actually mind their own business...there's girls who take a sh*,wait for everybody to leave before they leave their stall,so that nobody knows it was them...there's girls who speak terribly about their own friends...the list is endless.

It's actually quite sad if you think about it.Girls are suppose to be united.
Instead...there's drama,
hate,
envy,
jealousy,
bullying,
and etc.Society is pretty fu*d up honestly.

Then people wonder why insecurity is such a comfortable constant thought chilling in our minds.I really do find it disgusting.
Why are there people out there who enjoy seeing others down?

Why are there people who enjoy being the reason as to why people hate themselves?

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