when i look in the mirror now i hardly recognize my face. when did i get to be all angles and cheekbones and too blue eyes, with not a soft curve in sight? my hair is cropped short. i can't hide behind it anymore
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I can't recognize my face either (it turned into a pillow..wtf) but I know it's still under there somewhere...
I've been thinking the same thing a lot lately, regarding the person I once was. I left her behind when I quit my real life and moved to California. Sooner or later I think we all "move to California" at least for a little while... impossible to come out the other side without being changed for it.
I think you are doing OK, and are totally strong and tough. It's a good way to be... the world has no time for the soft.
Post more, yes, oh and evry time I think about M. and the cat, I START TO CRY A LITTLE. :) Favorite story of ever.
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I've been thinking the same thing a lot lately, regarding the person I once was. I left her behind when I quit my real life and moved to California. Sooner or later I think we all "move to California" at least for a little while... impossible to come out the other side without being changed for it.
I think you are doing OK, and are totally strong and tough. It's a good way to be... the world has no time for the soft.
Post more, yes, oh and evry time I think about M. and the cat, I START TO CRY A LITTLE. :) Favorite story of ever.
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