having to sit in room of noise
trying to fit in, trying to smile.
they keep on talking "how's this, how's that?"
i want them to stop, i don't know anymore.
they're talking about nonsense and trying to talk to me.
why are they talking to me.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
having to sit in room of noise
trying to fit in, trying to smile.
they keep on talking "how's this, how's that?"
i want them to stop, i don't know anymore.
they're talking about nonsense and trying to talk to me.
why are they talking to me.
i'm in the pastoral room at school and my head of year and counsellor are sorting out something and trying to talk to me. it is nt fun
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