I don't think in supposed to feel like this anymore. I have a boyfriend and my lunch table is full of people I've been dieing to be friends with. I'm not alone and I'm not a loser and I finally do things with out panicking beforehand. But I'm still up late listening to varsity staring as my ceiling. I thought I'd be 'fixed' by now. But I'm still a mess.
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Short Stories And Poems
Short StoryThis is just a place I write down short stories or poems. If you have some constructive criticism, I would love to hear it. This is an outlet for me though so there may be topics discussed that make you uncomfortable. Reader discretion is advised.
