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a familiar tightness and shortness of breath slips into my chest... college always does this to me. it's not even the work. i can do the work like a prisoner doing his time it's the people that i can't do. why am i so socially awkward? i am a triumph among those younger than me but people my own age make me feel like a snail hiding in a shell in plain sight where i could easily be stepped on. i must sink into my comfortable stereotype yes, that will help i am a gamergirl who wears batman shirts and plays assassin's creed in the library move along, ugg boots. nothing to see here.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
library lament
a familiar tightness and shortness of breath slips into my chest... college always does this to me. it's not even the work. i can do the work like a prisoner doing his time it's the people that i can't do. why am i so socially awkward? i am a triumph among those younger than me but people my own age make me feel like a snail hiding in a shell in plain sight where i could easily be stepped on. i must sink into my comfortable stereotype yes, that will help i am a gamergirl who wears batman shirts and plays assassin's creed in the library move along, ugg boots. nothing to see here.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
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