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i saw a post that said that there are only two people whose expectations you have to live up to in your life -- 8-year-old you and 80-year-old you.
with the way i am now, i donât think iâd make either of them proud.Â
my perspectives have shifted so much this year. more than that, i have grown tired of this life and all it contains. itâs difficult to consistently try to find things worth loving in a place so determined to be cruel.Â
the eight year old me would not have understood. what does love have to do in all of this? everything, my love. everything.














