"Oh, you're Kelly's sister?"
"Um yeah, we've met before. A couple of times."
"Oh? Hm....was your hair different?"
When does optimism become obsolete? When do you just have to stop moving and realize you're a gerbil on a wheel, getting absolutely nowhere? I'm glad I'm memorable.
I should start writing when I'm happy so I don't seem like a depressed
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