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I'm so bad with money. & so stubborn.
I should have taken more notes from you, & listened to you more.
Regaurdless of it all, I know now that you were right.
I was to proud to admit that I was wrong. But I was wrong more times than I can remember. Just know the bedsheets are heavy from regrets. I simply cannot sleep anymore.
I have three doctors appointments. Two tomorrow & one Friday. Phsyciatrist, Dentist, & Primary doctor. I hope someone can tell me something about this open wound under my arm. Something's not right.
A lot of things aren't right. But I'm getting better at molding myself.