She sits there at the bathroom's floor with mascara running down on her face as a evidence she tried ,
She tried not to be dumb she tried to be interesting and in the end she tried to fit in .
Her chapped lips trembling as a result of staying quiet all night and being judged on whatever came out of it for the start of tonight.
Her swollen eyes watched everyone distance from her , watched those fake smiles directed towards her , watched people get bored of her.
Her face displays the irony portraying a blank face that looked more like a war,a war of emotions,a war of failed tries.
Her clothes that were once bright which she wore tonight as a surprise now representing the darkness in a cruel bright light
But now when she sits there at the bathroom's floor nothing as a failure knowing anxiety won once again she questions herself "Does it even matter anymore".
garima
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Hi guys
This is for all those people out there who just like me have social anxiety and have trouble going out and making friends I feel you ..we all have made sacrifices to fit in and not feel like a sore thumb...I feel you ...but I think it's time we start talking about it , who we are rather than adjusting..
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