I'm Not a Dick; I'm Just Awkward, Anxious, and Scared
An abridged glimpse into a composite scene, told from inside my head
Shit, I slammed the door. People looked. Should I tell them I’m sorry? No. There are too many people. It’s so loud. It’s okay. I’ll be okay. It’s just dinner with friends. We’re sitting down. It’ll be fine. Wait, they hugged Jane. Why didn’t they hug me? They didn’t even really say hi. She didn’t make eye contact and he …
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