A million things to work on and I can't seem to get the most basic of things done. Insecurities are flying through my brain at mach speed. I'm not thin, pretty, young, or smart enough. Awesome. Like being 15 again, except with fear that comes with baggage. Should know better. Seriously.
So my choices are not black and white. I can never be younger
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