Suddenly everyone is looking at you.
Your palms are sweaty and your heart skips more than one beat.
Your outfit is suddenly getting judged mentally by everyone around you.
You are not liked.
You are not loved.
You are a disgrace.
A waste of oxygen.
You take up too much space, you're the center of attention and you don't want to be.
You're going to die.
Something gonna go wrong.
Someone's going to get hurt.
This is bad.
This is bad.
This is bad.
YOU ARE READING
I Love You.
RandomHey girl, Girl up at 3am crying because you can't breath. I love you. Hey boy, At 6am. Crying because you have to go back to hell. I love you. "They say that writers are born with sadness in their bones;but I think every one is born with misery in t...
