bourgeoisie tall freak
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back in high school i had a shytty creative writing teacher. on this particular day she was giving us grief. i can't remember what it was about specifically but she was lecturing us about behavior. I kind of feel like she was subliminally getting at me but that's another story ( i ended up getting suspended behind some bs in her class)... anyway, she finally says
"who are you trying to impress?
at that moment, i locked eyes with a boy in my class. it was hella awkward because this isn't a boy I had thought about in any way before but here he was staring at me and i'm staring at him.

from then on i decided, i wouldn't live my life to impress random people.
the end.
"who are you trying to impress?

at that moment, i locked eyes with a boy in my class. it was hella awkward because this isn't a boy I had thought about in any way before but here he was staring at me and i'm staring at him.
from then on i decided, i wouldn't live my life to impress random people.
the end.


