Hate Yourself
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Last published Fri, Mar 24, 2017
He shifts uncomfortably as he feels like he's stayed there too long. He worries if the floor vibrate's when he bounces his leg. If they could hear his breath as he wears his headphones. Does he look weird, ugly, out of place, suspicious? They know his problems, his rampages, everything he does, who he see's, beds.
"Atticus sweetheart, I'm so glad you made it"
" happy birthday grandma"
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"let me get this right, your a social outcast that parties and sleeps around"
" no i'm just wild"
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