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Sometimes my life can best be described by:
It's Christmas morning, and you're all excited, and you open up your first present and it's socks and you're appreciative because, hi, you are at least getting something, but you're disappointed because it is not what you wanted. But you put on a good show because you don't want to seem appreciative.
Another thing, I like to think that my mom is sincere when she says that I am maturing, but I don't quite know if I believe her.
I still start counting down the days to my birthday 2 months in advance.
It's Christmas morning, and you're all excited, and you open up your first present and it's socks and you're appreciative because, hi, you are at least getting something, but you're disappointed because it is not what you wanted. But you put on a good show because you don't want to seem appreciative.
Another thing, I like to think that my mom is sincere when she says that I am maturing, but I don't quite know if I believe her.
I still start counting down the days to my birthday 2 months in advance.