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Back to counting the hours until I get to go home. Back to awkward encounters with strangers I know. Back to wearing my earphones in tense public spaces. Back to standing alone in a sea of the faceless. Back to socially inept, standing in corners, intense introversion and wishing it was over. Back to hiding my flaws, my quirks and my oddities-- not talking too much because I say all the wrong things. It's back to the grind, and I'll muddle through because at least when it's over I'll be home with you.
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
Back to the Grind
Back to counting the hours until I get to go home. Back to awkward encounters with strangers I know. Back to wearing my earphones in tense public spaces. Back to standing alone in a sea of the faceless. Back to socially inept, standing in corners, intense introversion and wishing it was over. Back to hiding my flaws, my quirks and my oddities-- not talking too much because I say all the wrong things. It's back to the grind, and I'll muddle through because at least when it's over I'll be home with you.
cheyenne37
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
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