There is a feeling I get when I think I know what someone else is thinking about me.

I’m almost always wrong. It’s just hard to believe people like me and don’t think I’m as weird as I think they do.

I stayed up all night and they knew. Do they know? Probably not.

My lighter clicks loud.

Now I fear a confrontation that may never come and I crush my joy worrying about how others react to my drug use.

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