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There are flies in my room. A lot of them. You know the kind; the small, really fast ones, the kind that shows up on your fruit if you leave them outside the refrigerator, especially in the Summer. They’re in my bathroom and my bedroom, and I don’t know how they got here, but I’m not too bothered by it. They’re not constantly buzzing in my face or on my food or coffee, it’s just annoying because I think there’s a lot of them.
I almost feel like it’s a reflection of myself. I barely stay home and I go outside everyday, in fact, ever since the start of school, I’ve been home even less due to commuting. My room is a mess and I don’t find a home here. I feel like these flies have made themselves more at home than I have actually. I honestly don’t think it’s fair. These flies have wings, and no matter how much I want to fly, these flies are able to while I never can. But instead of flying outside to wherever they choose, they decide to live in my room instead.
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This is a selfie that’s not about me, but rather a part of me; how people see me.