• Summer is coming to an end. It's not like me to be dreading school as much as I am. I'm usually so excited. That's a fib of some sorts. I really am excited. I think people will like me. It seems that all I ever care about is people liking me. I applied for a job a week ago today. The owner told me he'd call me in a week. If he doesn't call me today, I don't know if I'll do anything about it. It's just some run of the mill coffee shop. I'm scared to have an interview. I know I'll sit there stuttering and giving pitiful answers to basic questions. Or who knows, maybe I'll be great. I want to be great. I am great.

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