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It's amazing to me how naive I once was.
If I were to meet my two-years-younger self today, I would call him an overdramatic whiny bitch with no idea of true pain. The scar left behind by a small cut doesn't hurt nearly as much as a fresh wound. But when that scar was first healing, it was probably the most excruciating thing I'd ever felt.
I can only assume that at some point in the future I will look back at my current self and feel the same way. How sad.
If I were to meet my two-years-younger self today, I would call him an overdramatic whiny bitch with no idea of true pain. The scar left behind by a small cut doesn't hurt nearly as much as a fresh wound. But when that scar was first healing, it was probably the most excruciating thing I'd ever felt.
I can only assume that at some point in the future I will look back at my current self and feel the same way. How sad.