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"Is there any possibility/You'll quit gossiping about me/To hide your insecurities?/All you say is "blah, blah"/Girls, they never befriend me" -"Girls" by MARINA
Fitting in in high school was hard enough, and she was the chosen one. Cordelia and her cronies were always finding ways to make her life difficult.
Buffy wondered how Cordelia felt. Was she, too, lonely inside? Buffy couldn’t hope to answer that question.
Is it always this hard? Buffy wondered to herself. Not that it matters. I’m not going to be like that, not ever.
She wasn’t like the rest of them. She wondered, why can’t we just get along? Stop seeing each other as enemies? The real enemy is out there. The demons, vampires, and forces of darkness
