Boy, I must’ve looked something fierce walking so fast and looking so dead in the face like that. I wound around a extra few buildings than needed, but I got over there in less than 7 minutes. Had a regular burger and some fries, and took a paper cup to microwave my coffee in, and paid. Grabbed a cup of mustard and a plastic fork and knife from the side stand, that one ran out of ketchup. Walked over to the other side stand, got organized, for a ketchup cup, and then microwaved my coffee there. I don’t know if this is the first time but I do feel more familiar in the dining hall now, or at least less self-conscious about my presence there. I think that’s just general social anxiety stuff.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391