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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="791a3a70d930d28bb1d732fc374e0fa3"I look at the clock reading 23:47, which seems usual to me. People think I'm some psychopath for staying up all night and day, but they're just people. You can sometimes never trust them. Tapping my foot rapidly is kind of messing me up, but it's the only rhythm that I can keep up with./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="22469adaab84d6b2606448cd26be1391"Eating a butter croissant on a table with my friends can be a little more comfortable but they can't know. They can't know I'm someone who likes people differently. "Chloe!" "What" "Are you gonna be okay if I go take Bluey to find the restroom? The nearest one is quite a bit ways." Mackenzie was holding Bluey's hand in a more guidance way, but that's okay. "Why wouldn't I?" I asked with some annoyance in my tone. Why do people think I'm that vulnerable? "Thanks," he says before taking off with Bouey. I sigh taking out my phone from my bag and turning it on. Lisa. I forgot she was on my wallpaper she's good I guess. The last time I probably saw them was when I was in camp with her. Her voice was nice. Her hands were so light and soft. Her eyes were just a scene to look at./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="2b4b27dc94198bc77aa1aeb52eacaba0""Chloe, are you home?" said Mom in the kitchen. "Yeah, just gonna be upstairs for a while," I say putting my bag with the rest of them at the front. "Okay," she says back. I feel stupid, I want to cry so bad. Why do I do this all the time now? I used to be the happiest girl ever and now here I am liking girls for no reason. I plopped on my bed gripping the covers tightly and started to slowly let my tears out onto the sheets. I do this until I find myself sitting on the side of my bed looking at the floor. Shadows from the corners invade my surroundings into an eternal darkness. "Chloe, dinner's ready!" Mom says from downstairs, "Coming!" I stop to look at myself in the mirror we have in the hallway. There were some tears left on my muzzle before quickly wiping them off. Max sat down next to me once the food was placed in front of us still having its freshly cooked steam lines escape into the air. "So, what did you do today Max," my dad said who was sitting across from us. Max was autistic so he sort of had a problem with stuttering and other things. "I-i-i-it was great! I g-g-g-got to play with C-Cidners today." I felt bad for him since I didn't really have that problem when I was young. "That's good to hear," Mom says taking a bite from her meal. "What you Dad?" I asked also taking a bite of my steamy dish. "Hmm, let's see I got one of my plans to build a boat house on a river then one of my co-workers might have burned my projects from last year." Everyone chuckles at the response Dad gave me. I guess his office is a little bit of a mess. Oh yeah, Lisa's workspace was always a mess like her hair sometimes. Why do I always fall for people for random reasons, that is just stupid./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="791a3a70d930d28bb1d732fc374e0fa3"I look at the clock reading 23:47, which seems usual to me. People think I'm some psychopath for staying up all night and day, but they're just people. You can sometimes never trust them. Tapping my foot rapidly is kind of messing me up, but it's the only rhythm that I can keep up with./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="22469adaab84d6b2606448cd26be1391"Eating a butter croissant on a table with my friends can be a little more comfortable but they can't know. They can't know I'm someone who likes people differently. "Chloe!" "What" "Are you gonna be okay if I go take Bluey to find the restroom? The nearest one is quite a bit ways." Mackenzie was holding Bluey's hand in a more guidance way, but that's okay. "Why wouldn't I?" I asked with some annoyance in my tone. Why do people think I'm that vulnerable? "Thanks," he says before taking off with Bouey. I sigh taking out my phone from my bag and turning it on. Lisa. I forgot she was on my wallpaper she's good I guess. The last time I probably saw them was when I was in camp with her. Her voice was nice. Her hands were so light and soft. Her eyes were just a scene to look at./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="2b4b27dc94198bc77aa1aeb52eacaba0""Chloe, are you home?" said Mom in the kitchen. "Yeah, just gonna be upstairs for a while," I say putting my bag with the rest of them at the front. "Okay," she says back. I feel stupid, I want to cry so bad. Why do I do this all the time now? I used to be the happiest girl ever and now here I am liking girls for no reason. I plopped on my bed gripping the covers tightly and started to slowly let my tears out onto the sheets. I do this until I find myself sitting on the side of my bed looking at the floor. Shadows from the corners invade my surroundings into an eternal darkness. "Chloe, dinner's ready!" Mom says from downstairs, "Coming!" I stop to look at myself in the mirror we have in the hallway. There were some tears left on my muzzle before quickly wiping them off. Max sat down next to me once the food was placed in front of us still having its freshly cooked steam lines escape into the air. "So, what did you do today Max," my dad said who was sitting across from us. Max was autistic so he sort of had a problem with stuttering and other things. "I-i-i-it was great! I g-g-g-got to play with C-Cidners today." I felt bad for him since I didn't really have that problem when I was young. "That's good to hear," Mom says taking a bite from her meal. "What you Dad?" I asked also taking a bite of my steamy dish. "Hmm, let's see I got one of my plans to build a boat house on a river then one of my co-workers might have burned my projects from last year." Everyone chuckles at the response Dad gave me. I guess his office is a little bit of a mess. Oh yeah, Lisa's workspace was always a mess like her hair sometimes. Why do I always fall for people for random reasons, that is just stupid./p
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