When Raina called me and asked for a face time, I said sure.
After 15 minutes into the conversation, she asked, "Don't you want to know about my date?"
That wasn't a date.
If it were a date, you wouldv'e said that.
I know she was my friend, but do you know how many times I had to stop myself from being so bitchy and just suck up, and get over you?
I didn't want to be a shitty friend.
But I was selfish.
I wanted to be with you.
But you guys were never actually dating. It was 3 days of gossip and then the end.
"Social anxiety is the fear of interaction with other people that brings on self-consciousness, feelings of being negatively judged and evaluated, and, as a result, leads to avoidance."
I can sing in front of everyone, but don't you think I'm freaking out what people would think about me.
I hated evaluations in club soccer, just another place when someone could tell how much I sucked at something.
But I didn't really suck at it.
I was just scared that people would think I was terrible.
Unlike you, I cared what they thought, a little too much.
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Ficção Adolescente(Completed but not edited) Everything lies within tangled webs. Feelings, thoughts, truth. You can try to lie. Fake a smile. But you can't fake your feelings. You can't fake how you feel, and even if you try, it never works. Or else you explode i...
