There is nothing so conducive to the yelling of CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNT as high school.
But I stomp my feet further into the ground in the hope that they'll stay there. Look away every time my eyes meet the shimmering blue so I don't get drawn in. I refuse to drift away this time.
I imagine it will be easier after a while. Autopilot will kick in once I get the gears turning right, and so I do. I am going where I want to be. I am getting out of here.
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