_They’re all having fun without you. _

_They’re glad you’re not there. _

_They don’t even notice your presence, _

_When you can be bothered to attend. _

__

_They’re probably talking about you behind your back. _

_They don’t really like you. _

_You’re just the weirdo in the back of the herd, _

_Who never is able to show up. _

__

_They’re faking being amiable. _

_And you have no clue, _

_Because you aren’t even with them, _

_Often enough to tell._

She squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her arms around her pillow. This was all a lie. Her friends liked her. Her brain was just making stupid fantasies. She was overreacting. God, she didn’t know what she would do if she weren’t overthinking this, if her idiotic spiraling anxieties were even near true.

_They hate you. _

_As they should. _

_You’re missing out. _

_On the party. _

_On having friends. _

_On life. _

__

_Why do you do this? _

__

A single tear rolled down to the corner of her lips, cool and refreshing and _real_ on the numb canvas of her face.

She didn’t know why.

She didn’t know.

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Hey y’all. Sorry I’ve been inactive in both writing and liking/commenting lately, I’ve kinda been stuck in an unmotivated rut for pretty much everything, but I feel really bad.

Thank you so much for reading, I really appreciate your support. Hopefully I’ll get back into things soon!

Love you all!! 🍄🩷🫶🎶✨

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