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	<title>Comments on: Sometimes, I&#8217;m Awkward Around People</title>
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		<title>By: Naomi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Naomi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2010 23:25:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m always awkward, even situations that don&#039;t call for being awkward (not that any situations call for being awkward, but you know...see, even on the internet). Like when I go into shops, I&#039;m awkward with the cashier. It feels like a sickness in my throat that stops me from speaking. I mumble and look at the ground. 
I know that I&#039;m being weird, which in turn makes me act stranger because I&#039;m trying not to look weird. It&#039;s never ending. It seems to be getting slightly better, but I&#039;m still a mess.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m always awkward, even situations that don&#8217;t call for being awkward (not that any situations call for being awkward, but you know&#8230;see, even on the internet). Like when I go into shops, I&#8217;m awkward with the cashier. It feels like a sickness in my throat that stops me from speaking. I mumble and look at the ground. 
I know that I&#8217;m being weird, which in turn makes me act stranger because I&#8217;m trying not to look weird. It&#8217;s never ending. It seems to be getting slightly better, but I&#8217;m still a mess.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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