I automatically assume people won’t like me, so I don’t talk to them unless they approach me first. I can’t become a part of a crowd because I can’t get past that feeling that I don’t belong.
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Expectation:
Reality:
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At first you’re like: I remember this!
As the song goes on, you’re like: I forgot how much I loved this song!
Then you start boppin to it like: THIS IS MY SHIT!
Then the song is in your head all day and you cant stop dancing to it, like:
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and you just want to go like:
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