way of making you so scared for tomorrow because of yesterday that today slowly passes by (bro, how many times will I say that?). So, yeah, we’re coming up on the one-year anniversary of me canceling my senior spring break trip but, somehow, the second half of 2021 has me incredibly and (probably naively) optimistic.
“Oh, I hate being this age, which is not even twelve and a half. What’s going to happen when I become a teenager?”
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