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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Author: momsthetruth

Struggling INFJ living in broad daylight and pretends she sleeps through the day like a vampire but knows nothing about Twilight, aside of that hairy beast thing that changes when the girl he can't have does something that can get herself killed.

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