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XANDIARIES
outta luck, outta time
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So let me preface this by saying I took the jester route most of my early life, or at least attempted to, it just is what it is. Anyways, my last year of middle school I vividly remember being friends with this group of people in my class: 5 boys, 2 girls. Personally I thought I was in good with all of them, we'd chat, laugh, just poke fun at each other(oh to be blissfully bluepilled again). Anyways good thing right? Wrong. Towards the end of the year one of the 2 girls I was friends with planed on having a graduation party with our class, not the entire 8th grade class rather the 32 in my individual class.
So earlier I mentioned we were good, well apparently I was wrong. I was the only one in that fucking class not to get an invite, even worse I found out through one of my guy friends when he mentioned "hey @XANDIARIES are you going to so and so's party" I looked at him like what? then saw her face, she did that awkward laugh and looked away. And what did I do you ask? Nothing, fuck all, I ignored it like a little bitch in fear of starting a confrontation or creating a problem. And so the they had the party, my friend ended from the group ended up dating my oneitis also from the group, not the host, and I never kept contact with them again in High School.
Story of my life jfl, non-confrontational, unconfident, timid motherfucker. And it's all b/c of my face.
So earlier I mentioned we were good, well apparently I was wrong. I was the only one in that fucking class not to get an invite, even worse I found out through one of my guy friends when he mentioned "hey @XANDIARIES are you going to so and so's party" I looked at him like what? then saw her face, she did that awkward laugh and looked away. And what did I do you ask? Nothing, fuck all, I ignored it like a little bitch in fear of starting a confrontation or creating a problem. And so the they had the party, my friend ended from the group ended up dating my oneitis also from the group, not the host, and I never kept contact with them again in High School.
Story of my life jfl, non-confrontational, unconfident, timid motherfucker. And it's all b/c of my face.
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