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She called me bright eyes, she knew I'd been up all night. She knew I'd been walking around the quiet house bored out of my mind and unable to stay still. I couldn't breathe. My nose wouldn't allow any more breath or anytihng else. I hate that feeling. My body shaking yet relaxed and, no, not a million bucks. A million bucks, would be a pure, gloating happiness, but this isn't happiness at all. It's paranoia and, yeah, you think you're better. He said "I know you," the son of a bitch poked my forehead showing me down. My first thought was "fuck you," I wanted to blow him off and leave him pissed, but I sheepishly looked away and tried to steer the focus off myself. I have no obligations anymore, yet I, eh... His fake superiority is sickning. I don't want to sound all girl power, but fuck the whole male superiority bullshit. Basturds, haha some.