Jan 30
no permission slip
Was there some permission slip we were all supposed to sign in our youth allowing us to be at least marginally happy and accomplish some of the things we work so hard to accomplish as adults?
Because if there was, bitches forgot to hand me my copy since I’m clearly not allowed to be on that trip.
It sucks to look in a mirror at any part of yourself and think, “Damn, I hate you.” It sucks even more to think the same thing about the way you think - a Möbius strip of self-loathing.
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