School suck for pretty mucj everyone. Think how it should be for me.
I mean when we change classes, someone litterly just shoves past me trying to get to their class and I'm paranoid for the rest of the day about why she/he shoved me.Sometimes you walk passed a group and they laugh.
First thought, "are they laughing at me?"Teachers yelling. It's not about being paranoid, it's just fucking horrible when they scream so loudly about the class talking so much, mean while I've been sitting quietly writting stories and working.
Not joking I'm like that one akward, quiet kid in the class.
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paranoid
RandomJust things about being paranoid like me. This book contains some of my daily thoughts and other long term paranoid thoughts of mine, as well as some facts.