[WP] Something about you is drastically changed. Nobody seems to notice.

Spent about 40 min writing this. Please tell me what you think.

With padlocked eyes, I spring out of bed and stumble into the shower. The harsh welcome I receive from the cloudy morning compounds my sprightly alarm clock and the incessant cries of scavenging sky-rats. The water cascades down my bones, promising to drown the ache that consumes my body and mind. Sluggishly, I drag myself to my bathroom counter, pop in my contacts, brush my pearly whites, and apply my favorite fragrance: Jaguar Black (For men!). Ultimately, I dress and return to the mirror, where I make faces, attempting to look sexy. Still, I ache.
Prancing into school, I begin my performance. God provides shimmering sunlight from offstage. The scene begins, and the main actress, Scarlett, finds her light. Her curly locks rest on her petite body, outlining her best (and my favorite) features. Conjuring my courage, I prowl towards her, but her boyfriend suddenly appears- a proper anaconda. Tall, dark, and handsome. Right, I’m ensemble.
I join my friends at our lockers. I flash a smile, and hop into the conversation. Dan begins to discuss his last game of Europa Universalis 4. He is interrupted by Mary Lee’s greeting. She’s a tall, intelligent, and attractive girl. The eyes of the men shift to her, and turn a darker shade as they look back to Dan.
I ask “ Is anything happening between you two?”
“No, she’s pretty great, but I don’t know if she’s interested.” “Well, assuming it won’t happen isn’t the best strategy.”
“I’ll work on it, but I’m not promising anything” “Have some confidence man! You don’t want to have a repeat of Orem’s,” Piped Derek, the master of antagonism. Dan’s face turned hostile, and he walked off. About two weeks ago, he met Derek and his girlfriend, Hannah, on a double date. However, he talked to them more than he talked to his date. Specifically, he said about five things to Derek, and nothing to his date. She was lovely too.
I go to the washroom many times. When I return home, I head up to my cave. Dust sprinkles the rosewood fretboard of my guitar. My journal lies hidden in my desk. Both entice me, but I sleep instead. When I wake, I go back to my bathroom. I take my second ever pill of Zoloft.

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