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Been 2 years, bitch. You're still kicking, surprisingly. You've got an amazingly perfect boyfriend now. Shit's serious. You still don't know what's wrong with your stomach, but it's kept you home from multiple weeks of work. You are planning on leaving. Straight up. Life at home is that bad. Dalilah is still a hoe, and still your best friend.
You grew up enough in 2 years that people think you've lived on your own for awhile when talking to you.
You look like hell lately, but you're more confident about the fact that you're actually kinda alright looking. You know that you're loved, instead of praying that you're loved. You know you love someone, instead of not knowing if you actually know what love is, or if you can feel it. Because fuck, you can feel it. You feel it hit you like a fucking train every time he randomly days something to you when you can't talk, or when you hear him playing videogames with friends and he acts like a kid. Or when he subtly mentions you while playing. When he lets you choose what to do, because he thinks he doesn't give you enough choice. You found love in 2021, kiddo. 2020 may have been a fucking bitch, and so was 2021, but that bitch made your life worth living because she threw a cute little hurdle at you that you fell for. Make 2022 better than 2021, because you know you can. You may be an odd shit, but you are talented, use that talent to tell the world to fuck itself