Paranoia > Mistrust

First of all, Oreo Cakesters are so last season. I love me my Akora.
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Sometimes, I worry so much about what people think of me. Random people, too. Like the waiter who last served us; I wonder does he think I am rude? Or the Saudi couple on the next table at American Corner, especially the lady staring and laughing at us four girls as we ate our dinner (breakfast!), whom I confronted with my fork and a little-too-loud "Is there a problem?" I wonder if I was mistaken and maybe she really wasn't gesturing to her companion at us, prompting him to laugh. Maybe they were talking about something else, and all that whispering while she giggled and looked pointedly at our noisy little group wasn't for us.
I wonder how scared that other girl was, as she stared at me while she tried to hide her face, hoping I didn't recognize her as that religious girl who wouldn't step out of any room without covering her face so that men may not behold her. She hid behind her boyfriend. That was definitely her boyfriend. She was far too nervous.
I wonder what people I don't know think of me as.
Is that Paranoia?
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We had dinner at American Corner (yes, coz we don't go there enough times already). We decided to order the breakfast meals. For dinner. It was strange. Toast with butter and jam at night.
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I had my hair cut. Because I am a pushover, I once again let the hairstylist do whatever, since, in my highly educated opinion, "it's too late now anyway".
Well, right now, I kinda feel like Kevin Bacon's mullet. Again.
God bless the woman (or man) who thought bangs were hot.
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My cousin is over for the night, and I'm trying my best not to wake her with my typing.
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