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"You used to be so much fun, what happened to you?"
Sigh, what a question. What happened to me indeed? Life, I suppose, dank, unfiltered life.
I miss the old me too, I don't like the tired, crotchity old woman I have become. Sometimes, when it gets really bad, I allow myself a minute, no, second to think "this isn't how it's supposed to be" but I can't stray too long, I must retreat from the thoughts, lest the guilt come. The guilt and the anger, the silly little child who wants to stamp her feet and scream about how unfair it is.
Sigh, what a question. What happened to me indeed? Life, I suppose, dank, unfiltered life.
I miss the old me too, I don't like the tired, crotchity old woman I have become. Sometimes, when it gets really bad, I allow myself a minute, no, second to think "this isn't how it's supposed to be" but I can't stray too long, I must retreat from the thoughts, lest the guilt come. The guilt and the anger, the silly little child who wants to stamp her feet and scream about how unfair it is.