It just sucks, you
know?
It sucks that I'm socially awkward.
And no, not the cutesy socially awkward girls lie about to make
people like them either.
The real socially awkward.
It sucks that I used to shake uncontrollably every time my ex
boyfriend texted me. It sucks that I can't spend more than ten
minutes talking to someone before I have to duck out.
It sucks that people don't understand.
It sucks that I'm freaking scared of my own shadow. That I can't
speak publically for my life. That I can't speak privately for my life.
It sucks. It freaking sucks.
I just want to be alone, all the time, on the internet, and that's not
a life. That's just existence.
It sucks when they come into my room and tell me to "come out
and socialize."
Don't you think I want to?
Don't you realize I can't?
It sucks that I'm socially awkward.
And no, not the cutesy socially awkward girls lie about to make
people like them either.
The real socially awkward.
It sucks that I used to shake uncontrollably every time my ex
boyfriend texted me. It sucks that I can't spend more than ten
minutes talking to someone before I have to duck out.
It sucks that people don't understand.
It sucks that I'm freaking scared of my own shadow. That I can't
speak publically for my life. That I can't speak privately for my life.
It sucks. It freaking sucks.
I just want to be alone, all the time, on the internet, and that's not
a life. That's just existence.
It sucks when they come into my room and tell me to "come out
and socialize."
Don't you think I want to?
Don't you realize I can't?
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