i remained unmoved in my seat as i watched that boy leave, still looking extremely uncomfortable. he walked like he had to be somewhere quickly. i knew he was in no hurry. he’s probably early so he can mentally prepare himself simply to sit in class. i couldn’t imagine living in that state of insecurity again. i think i pitied him, but at the same time i wanted to make him uncomfortable because then he wouldn’t forget me. he would be plagued by the thought of me for a while. i wonder if that would affect him. i liked people like him. i constantly wanted to have this huge impact on others aka i craved the attention. i wasn’t going to see him again, i was sure of it. so i felt free to speak as an honest human; words flowing as they simply...

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