awkward
You know it
You know what I like? I like walkning pass (or in on) people who were just talking about me, behind my back.
I like the awkward silence that follows, knowing I created it. I like the eyes that don't know where to look, I like the sudden change of topic and pretending everything is fine, just fine, when it's not.
I guess that mr Wilde did have a point; There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
And all I need is sleep and assurance, and maybe I will be ok.
You know what I like? I like walkning pass (or in on) people who were just talking about me, behind my back.
I like the awkward silence that follows, knowing I created it. I like the eyes that don't know where to look, I like the sudden change of topic and pretending everything is fine, just fine, when it's not.
I guess that mr Wilde did have a point; There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
And all I need is sleep and assurance, and maybe I will be ok.
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