IN the FJ

In the clutter of sound in this Japanese restaurant, I really feel out of place. Reminded of this feeling when I wasn’t included in a conversation. Or the time when I felt rejected at a wedding this afternoon.

Funny how when you so much hate to get to an event, you actually want acknowledgement that you exist. 

Pissed and wiped out at the same time.

What’s my fuck in problem?

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IN the FJ

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