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I hate you girls. You that won't look at me as I walk down the hall. You that don't respond to a simple hello. I am not in your group, I don't know your friends, so I don't exist. You all dress alike, the same exact outfit just in a variety of colours and it's the mark of your self-declared superiority. The uniform makes you recognizable but I can also tell them from the way you make me feel - inconsequential. You fill up all the space and choke the air out of my lungs. That's okay though since you are obviously the only ones who deserve to breathe. I'm invisible, but somehow you can still see me to glare from far away. How dare I live in this building? How dare I go to this school? How dare I infringe on your utopian world? This world meant only for you.
"I'm sorry, what's your name again? Oh yeah, you live on my floor right? Three doors down? We see each other every day? Well you see us, We don't notice you. We're too cool for that."
Actually you're not! Perhaps self-absorbed, definitely inconsiderate, decidedly rude, but not "cool" by anyone's standards but your own.
Standing in line for food, you're completely oblivious to the fact that half of the queue is glaring at you for cutting them off. You don't seem to notice that you've knocked into me 4 times already. You're too busy chatting up the new cute attendant. You talk loudly about how the cafeteria food just doesn't meet your gourmet standards. You want sushi, you want Evian, you want exotic flavours not generic, you want dark chocolate not jello. You don't understand why they simply can't cancel your meal plan and return to you the sum of money so you can buy your own food.
The caf lady asks what you want...you carefully consider it, your pallet too advanced for just any food.
"Uh, like what's in the pasta-thing?"
-"Just cheese, tomato sauce, spinach and some other vegetables."
"Ew! Spinach? That's so gross! Why are there vegetables in everything here? I'll have chicken fingers."
Wow, aren't you just too sophisticated for words. Constantly being around people who are beneath you must almost make you wish you hadn't bought your marks from ill-reputed "academies" and ended up in this loser-filled shit hole, with me.
Fuck you.
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When do they ever disappear?
Only 3 days, one hour and 10 minutes left of being 17.
"I'm sorry, what's your name again? Oh yeah, you live on my floor right? Three doors down? We see each other every day? Well you see us, We don't notice you. We're too cool for that."
Actually you're not! Perhaps self-absorbed, definitely inconsiderate, decidedly rude, but not "cool" by anyone's standards but your own.
Standing in line for food, you're completely oblivious to the fact that half of the queue is glaring at you for cutting them off. You don't seem to notice that you've knocked into me 4 times already. You're too busy chatting up the new cute attendant. You talk loudly about how the cafeteria food just doesn't meet your gourmet standards. You want sushi, you want Evian, you want exotic flavours not generic, you want dark chocolate not jello. You don't understand why they simply can't cancel your meal plan and return to you the sum of money so you can buy your own food.
The caf lady asks what you want...you carefully consider it, your pallet too advanced for just any food.
"Uh, like what's in the pasta-thing?"
-"Just cheese, tomato sauce, spinach and some other vegetables."
"Ew! Spinach? That's so gross! Why are there vegetables in everything here? I'll have chicken fingers."
Wow, aren't you just too sophisticated for words. Constantly being around people who are beneath you must almost make you wish you hadn't bought your marks from ill-reputed "academies" and ended up in this loser-filled shit hole, with me.
Fuck you.
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When do they ever disappear?
Only 3 days, one hour and 10 minutes left of being 17.