I Get Paranoid

I Get Paranoid

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Hi. Wow. That was pathetic. But, I guess this is why I'm doing this. Cuz people are pathetic. And most of them suck. But all things aside, let's get started. Uh, I guess I should start of with my name. So, my name is Christine. People call me Chris. Yes I know it's a guys name, but at least it's not Chrissy or Tina or some girly shit like that. Beside the point though, I'll tell you why I'm here. Well, i don't really know why I'm here. I just kinda got bored and wanted to see if I wrote down everything that happens to me, it might actually start to make sense. Let's be honest for a second, everyone sees thing differently. This is called perception. Something bad may be good to others. Something screwed up in the head for others may, in my case, be the average shit to deal with. In all fairness, I don't always understand what people are thinking, those dumb fucks, but the least i cloud do is share what I think with others. I think it could make me understand myself more and why I do what I do, and also let you guys understand the mind of someone who feels completely on the outside. I could get all sad and rant about every little thing wrong with my life, but this is the real shit. Prepare to be scarred, amused, inspired and just plain messed up. I swear, if you knew the things I thought in my head, we wouldn't be friends. ***all names and places have been changed to conceal the identity of these screwed-up people***
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"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*

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