Irritation comes in many forms.
It is there in the way your best is simply never enough for your parents. It is in the way your best friend decides on a regular basis to inform you of how the boy you know you have no chance with is perfect for you.
It is there in the way your dad frowns disapprovingly at you when you are not exactly where you said you would be exactly when you said you would be.
It is there in the way that your mom imperiously tells you that there is no way that you will ever amount to anything above the dirt beneath her shoe because you aren't exactly like her.
It is there in the way your "BFF" keeps coming up to you and informing you of the possibility that your unrequited crush might ask you out, and her confusion at your anger when it doesn't ever happen.
Irritation comes in many forms. And in my existence, people are one of its many incarnations.
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Short StoryBasically just a collection of shorts inspired by (possibly) too much time spent in the Quickie section of Wattpad and indecision on my preferred subject matter whenever the writing bug strikes. Enjoy.
