Have you ever sat very still and listened to the whispers behind you? You know. The quiet whispers that are loud enough to hear every three words. At first, you listen close enough to decipher whether the conversation is pertaining to you. You didn’t even notice you had somehow slowed the beating of your heart so you could better hear. Your heart drops once you piece together that you are the topic. Then a wave of nausea and sweat runs through your body. The words being exchanged are not kind. They slice the air as you attempt to keep your composure and catch your breath.
Panic takes over and the words being whispered begin to sting. Each and every one hurt more than the one before it. The most sensible thing to do would be to stop eavesdropping. But you want to feel the agony. You needed to feel it. Now, cry. Cry internally so they won’t know that you know what was said. Paint a smile on your face because these are the people that you love. The same people who claim they love you in return are having hushed conversations about you and your shortcomings. You better not let that tear fall. They mustn’t know. And yet and still, you sit there motionless. Not wanting to miss a thing. Pure fucking insanity.
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