She doesn't like me. She doesn't make much effort to hide this, either. Constantly complaining of how I don't talk. I don't care to impress her. or please her one bit. And yet her disapproving glances bother me. I don't know if its the need to please her or the want for approval. Either way its a lowly feeling.
Mirror me this. Mirror me that.
A need for approval. A need for anonymity.
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