My legs feel like a bulldozer just went over them.
This is the aftereffect of strolling the night market.
Guess this is what i get for not exercising much.
It's not just my legs that are hurting.
I'm hurting and i feel bad about it.
It's killing me because it's Thursday.
I came to dread Thursdays ever since the third week of this semester.
I am what Mr Ken calls, the passenger, in a group work.
I didn't mean to be the passenger.
This is the first time I'm the outsider of a group that has always been group.
I feel like I'm not being heard and I'm scared to say it twice.
I guess this is what they call insecurities of oneself.
I guess i understand how those other 'outsiders' felt when they had to team up with my group last time.
There will never be an 'us' between an outsider and the group unless they click.
I've clicked nicely with most of the groups I've been with.
The differences is that the group i was with wasn't a group.
They were just like me, put together to work as a team, so we clicked.
But this group is a group and we -me and them - don't click.
So to everyone out there who has nothing to do but read my thoughts here,
Be nice and try to include the outsider in your group and make them feel a part of it.
I'm sure they will be grateful for it.
TRUST ME...
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