No one in coeurl clique has acknowledged my existence for like a week.
This is actually unironic. It's a positive for everyone involved because I'm fairly certain they haven't wanted me around for months and having to deal with showing up where I'm not wanted, just because we do one thing together a week, has been giving me shitty vibes.
It's like having to exist in the same space as a cousin you hate because an elderly relative is on their death bed. Our association is purely a function of circumstance and without that we would not be caught dead together.
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