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Ugh she’s here

Ugh she’s here - image 1 - student project

silv: 

I am walking thragh the inside of my favorite coffe shop and as i was about to make my order, wenng was there too. Sitting while typing God knows what.. you know… probally telling people in her class that she’s smarter than anyone else and think people are obssesed with her. Honestly, she’s that type of person who should just dissapeared. i mean eating a bagle while looking up at me. probably as startled as i am seeing her after years. We haven’t meet up since our collage graduation and thank Jesus! Hallelujah! I’m not around fake bitches anymore.

just the one time i ask for her help, my thesis wasn’t compiled yet and hers i assumed was… so i wondering if i could see her templates. and she goes “No! what if you copy me?”… uhm i choose literature while she chooses linguistic so the chance of that too be able to happen is -0. Her hair still look the same and she might have upgraded her fashion style a bit, heels and denim? who is she? i can’t belive any of this… i mean my God.

welp I’m happy that thats all in the past, though i want to trip her and steal the coffe she’s holding. maybe I’ll do that next time in my dreams.

wen:

I was about to write something on my note and it fell down, however my mouth smirk as i saw her coming inside the coffee show, sate as she continues to walk to the counter my memory flashes back while trying to remember her name, i couldn’t care less about her. She was the annoying one in our college, althrough i don’t despise her being her so called ‘friend’ and to not being one, wasn’t hectic or time consuming at all. I know what I’m doing while she thinks she’s the helper in class or in most situation. I care more about myself and not how people react to me, we might talk when there’s group project or what not, however i feel like she’s never the genuine friend, or maybe our personality don’t match one another. She always talks about soo many topic as if she understand everything… i slowly drifted away and focus more on myself. Collage was a compet time not a place to make friends, I’m here to succeed and to make myself better. We where close and now where not, she’s always been close to other people and I’m not and it’s totaly fine to feel a certain way or to act a certain way. i don’t care about other people judgment. She looks at me twice and mus into her sit, and focus into doing whatever.