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Another whine fest...
A thought entered my mind today. Am I Rebekah So? Am I that person who is nice enough and always sociable, but whom people dread running into and dread getting caught in a conversation with? I think I can read people fairly well, and when I see a conversation dying or when I notice when a person's uncomfortable, I end the conversation. But I feel like people are avoiding me. Maybe it's this book I'm reading. The main character's paranoid. I'm paranoid. This is bullshit. I wanted to write at first, but now I feel like it's all bullshit. Nevermind.
A thought entered my mind today. Am I Rebekah So? Am I that person who is nice enough and always sociable, but whom people dread running into and dread getting caught in a conversation with? I think I can read people fairly well, and when I see a conversation dying or when I notice when a person's uncomfortable, I end the conversation. But I feel like people are avoiding me. Maybe it's this book I'm reading. The main character's paranoid. I'm paranoid. This is bullshit. I wanted to write at first, but now I feel like it's all bullshit. Nevermind.