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The awkwardness of me. - September 6th 2015, 12:56 AM

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*triggering on lots of things* story thing.

Day 1. Dear diary theres lots of people in my house some of them I know some of them I don't. I have to be sociable. Talk to them and be all well you know not socially awkward if thats even possible ?

Rewind to earlier today. My parents told me theres a party at ours. Just come home when you want. But once your home WE want you to try and join in with the party okay ? I simply nod my head and go to meet my friend, planning to be out till about 8ish because by then the guests will have all surley gone right ? Wrong.

Day 1. part 2. Dear diary. I'm home its 730pm everyone is still here all being drunk and noisy. Dad and Mum wish for me to socialise. I'm hungry but I dont feel like being around people. Plus I have to dress tidy. I guess I'll go down and attempt.


OMG! theres so many people. I dont know what to do. So I'll just stand in the corner awkwardly. Yeah that should work. No no no. Omg someones talking to me quick think of something to say 'Hey , I like your uh shoes'
No No. Thats all wrong what sort of freak looks at someone at says that ? Well me apparantly. I suck at this. Their still talking to me. What do I say. Quick think of something they will think your weird if you dont. They ask what I've been up to. I fiddle nervously with the sleeve of my jumper.. 'uh not alot really, so how you finding this party' . Finally I got a question out that doesn't make me sound like some sort of socially awkward freak.

I scour the room for mum. She is in the far corner talking to a lady and someone else. Chatty person still talking to me. I tell them I'll catch you later and make a b-line for mum. I poke mum in the side. 'hey i'm home', I start to fiddle with my sleeve again, and whisper to mum that I'm hungry. She tells her freinds just let me deal with my daughter. Her friends seems fine with me, they seem okay so thats something I guess. Mum finds me a plate and puts a few bits of chicken, corn, and rice on it for me and gives me a knife and fork and says to eat in the side room it should be quieter in there. It's not. So I perch on the stairs and eat.

Day 1 9pm. Dear diary me again. Well I ate said hi and got all weird around like a few people , mums friends seem okay but I don't know. Can I just hide away here with you and write and write and write ? Oh diary if only you could talk that would be great.


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