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I grow bitter by the day.
There is a hidden anger, disappointment, something that I can't put my finger on. I am stubborn. I have to learn things for myself and I grow weary of this process.
I am jealous. Of people who have their life together...or at least think they do. Or are better at pretending than I.
There is a hidden anger, disappointment, something that I can't put my finger on. I am stubborn. I have to learn things for myself and I grow weary of this process.
I am jealous. Of people who have their life together...or at least think they do. Or are better at pretending than I.