Sitting on the right turn of the corridor alone hearing the elevators go bing triggered visuals of microwaves going gaga over and again. It was fun while it lasted to pretend to be something out of a horror movie looking all goth-like and emotionally wrecked trying to stare them down. They tried to avoid causing the wrath of the scary character wannabe walking dangerously close to the walls as fast as possible.
They got off, walked down separate turns. Some lost, yelling through their mobile phones asking for class venues iritatedly. Some full of purpose. They all left. So loneliness became the ever so faithful companion.
It's the perfect horror movie setting. Oooh! So cool.
Yes, thoughts. Never escaped the lips 'cause they don't think much of thoughts such as those. Only strange people come up with thoughts like that. And strange is not very cool. No matter if you're uber excited and that it could never in a million realise but you just fancy it. Funny how reminder upon reminders were passed on implying that if you fancy it, i fancy it and who cares if no one fancies it, we think its fancy so they can go fancy themselves with some other fancy things they fancy.
Facades.
That's why bothering takes too much. It drains you dry.
I. Don't. Care. I fancy! They can go away and never come back and I'll try not to bother.
I'll go simple, green, on all fours, in perfectly i-don't-care-for-dressing-up clothes, cultured, alone, together, whatever. If they don't like it, I'm not compromising.
I'll find some other.
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