The truth of our situation is that one day when you're all older with jobs, and you have partners and kids; when you are all grown up and I'm gone, maybe dead, maybe in a different country, you will look back. You will look back and you may be sad as you remember the strange girl who you used to be friends with, that now with the wisdom of your years, you can see how damaged she truly was. You're going to see the damage and you will know that you were wrong, and that I was right.
You will remember me as manipulative and cruel and uncaring. You're going to hate me, and it'll be okay. It'll be okay because, one way or another, I'm going to be free. You will never have to speak to me again. It'll be so much better, I promise.
- one day you'll see me as I see myself
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Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative
Non-FictionA series of thoughts, questions, lists, rants, daydreams, and confessions. TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of depression, anxiety, bullying, and sexual harassment.
