I used to wish I could go back and tell my younger self that that broken crayon wasn't worth crying over. But all I could do was tell my brother not to cry over broken toys. And now I don't care anymore. At this point in my life I wish I could go back and tell my slightly younger self that that lost relationship was not worth crying over. But all
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-annie
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I'm still available for venting purposes.
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