chickid11

 You walked into the cafe, swagger used to betray how you really felt on the inside. 'Your song is shit.' You paused slightly, brief enough so no one would notice. Why even bother? No one in this place would care. You made your way to the back looking around as you sat down. "Same old, same old." It was, the same people always frequented this place. The kool kids (yes with a k) by the window. The hipsters, the loners, all of them knowing their place. All looking so sure of themselves. You hadn't been here in quite a while but still, the same people. Or at least same type. '...shit.' So confident. You had been looking around too muc