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I’ve got issues.

Well, it’s not as if I’m not used to it. It’s all too familiar, but somehow it doesn’t get easier each time. That’s the hardest thing about this.

It’s like a phase, well, not exactly, but it’s like you’re thrown into this with no warnings. They’re like allergic reactions to circumstances around you, but you don’t really know what causes them.

People think there’s something wrong with you, if not seriously wrong. Perhaps they’re just some of the complicated emotional wedges that some girls of my era go through, -I dunno.

You feel ugly, you really do. You’ll try your best to please everyone, and then at the end of the day you sit down and feel all silly for trying to be that. You’ll feel that people don’t actually love you as much as you think they do.

You feel that people are selfish. You feel that you give all you have in you to do one small thing for them that might mean something. But when they overlooked that, and then go on to do their usual antics, you’ll start to wonder if it’s all worth it. You’ll wonder if people will ever have the patience or even the thought to do it for you.

And then you’ll sit down at the end of the day thinking how petty you can be, - with little things that shouldn’t matter in this big, big world.

That’s the thing with me. I’m a sucker for little things. My life revolves around little things that only little people will know.

Well, last night, I lay in bed drying my eyes out just thinking about my mother. I hope she lives long enough to see my kids someday.