In school, I would occasionally look over to you.
It had become a habit.
A bad habit.
There's something about a classroom that will always feel unwelcoming.
You can always hear some sort of whisper or murmur.
Knowing it's about you is another story.
But did I really know it's about me?
Well, seeing that they would look at me and snigger is enough for me.
But to be totally honest, I was used to it by that point.
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Pistanthrophobia
Romance(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...