It's Saturday. My plans for the night fell through. Maybe it's me. Maybe I feel like a fat hefer and I don't want to be seen out in public. MAYBE, just maybe, it's because I'm nostalgic... wishing DESPERATELY that I could go back and fix something I feel I royally fucked up.
I just finished watching "13 Going On 30" and I can't help but remember
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