or when you were so mistaken.
i sent an angry, straightforward text to the "friend" who hadn't bothered to answer me after three weeks yesterday.
while in church, my phone vibrated, and afterwards, when i read that response from her, i felt my spirits rise.
she wasn't ignoring me.
and it seemed like she didn't have any sort of grudge against me.
i cannot be glad enough to know that my fury is received calmly by those who know my explosive tendencies.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
