He mumbled something under his breath. Got a few giggles from the class populars. I knew I shouldn't, but part of me wanted to know what he said. Was it about me? Were the class populars laughing at something he'd said about me?
Is something wrong? Why don't people talk to me?
Do I belong?
Why am I here?
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Self Image
Non-FictionQuestions we ask as individuals in a society that watches our every move. This is not a story. These are things that people actually feel. Message me (MademoiselleSingALot) if you have an anonymous entry you'd like to be put in this book.
