Maybe it's my Xanax kicking in but I think I just saw myself shopping at the "Over Privileged, Under Dressed". I need to calm down, I need to calm down, Ineedtocalmdown, IMUSTCALMDOWN. The lines are WAY to long at GalaxyCash Coffee, and...great, now there's some over weight guy sucking and slurping on a large sugar bomb eyeing my now uncomfortable body. Why did I pick today to go to the outlet mall, have the Awkward Gods cursed my existence to walk around in small shoes and hope that nobody notices I forgot my deodorant today? WHY YOU AWKWARD CURSING BASTARDS!? Oh god, who is she? She looks EXACTLY like me? This is waaay to weird right now. Do I need to take another Xanax? Did I already take another Xanax? Am I sweating? Oh god I think that little girl is pointing at my ripped panty hoes. Yes they're ripped and no I do not feel comfortable with the fact that you are pointing at my thighs! Shit she looks just like me...wait, is she coming over here, did she see me, oh god what are my hands doing? CONTROL YOURSELF ANGELA. Oh she is coming over here; DAMMIT WHY DIDN'T I WEAR DEODORANT?! I'm sweating like a pig she can probably smell me from here. Oh she's so close, why am I staring at her tits?! Did she just see me staring at her tits?! Great now she probably thinks I'm a sweating, schizophrenic, lesbian...shit. . . "Hi, my names Trisha, and I think we might be sisters or something because you look JUST like me! Do you wanna go get coffee or something?"