I'm sitting here under the lights                                                                   hanging lamps
Tile under my laptop,                                                                                    under my knees
goosebumps over my skin  
and they're laughing, talking, giggling into oblivion
over
embarrassment.

"Why am I here?"

                                                                                      "That's easy. Don't you know?"

"Who are you people?"

                                                                                      "We're your friends. You didn't realize?"

"Why do I feel like I can't breathe?"

                                                                                      "Why do you even try?"