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Damn straight. I was Franz freakin' Kafka in high school and ended up becoming ironically popular because I was too scared of everyone to talk to them. The parties I actually showed up at I was swamped. Funny how Social Anxiety Disorder can be mistaken for dark and brooding. And giant skull necklace means ready to party to lots of chicks. At the college I went to guys with morbid jewelry who wore all black practically needed mace to drink alone at a party.
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