it would always be a put-on, high school or not, for the whole rest of the world, for the rest of our lives. you couldn’t ever guess who someone was by the way they looked because, good or bad, the way they looked was always just a costume or an act. it was halloween every day, for most people anyways, just to feel like they weren’t alone, to belong, just to keep being happy maybe.
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