March 2013
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Does it though?
Does it get better?
Who could possibly be brave enough to tell me that things will get better? That one day my lazy mismatched socks will just be a reminder of the lack of time I had that morning instead of my mismatched life and my mismatched face?
I don’t know why I can’t be happy with things most people would be happy with, like chocolate
hugs
happy movies
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November 2012
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August 2012
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