 Fomo. I've dealt a looot with this fear-of-missing-out thing. The fear of missing out on conversations, texts, hangouts, styles, boys, friends, FOOD, memories...you name it. I constantly jumped from conversation to conversation, trying to find a place to fit in. I constantly thought and wondered that maybe if I added some old skool shoes or trendy clothes to my outfit, maybe wore make-up, maybe acted more mature and held-together and more lady-like, maybe liked a certain guy or made him like me, maybe watched all the things everyone likes, participate in all the trends sweeping through school, or danced like that guy from school, or joined in those juicy conversations...maybe people would admire me. Maybe they'd remember that I exist. Maybe people would come swarming around me, seeking my company. Maybe I could be a part of the popular crowd where people always wanted to be around me. Maybe I could feel like I finally belonged and fit in...
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