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Upon growing older, I guess most of us would already know or at least have a better understanding of ourselves compared to when we were even just a year younger. At 22, I have now admitted to myself that:

• I have pride like a mofo.
• I get jealous easily.
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Real life is so hard. So hard.

Sometimes I have to stop and wonder, how the hell did I end up here? It seems so surreal that I can still remember so much of my childhood, nearly every day of my adolescent years, and the wonderful, turbulent near-adulthood that were spent mostly in the safe confines of university, and now be in this spot, in my early ( Read more... )

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I made myself breakfast today because when I got home Ate Elsie cooked those hotdogs I don't like. I dug around in the fridge, found a couple of tomatoes, saw a block of cheese, and got an idea.


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I saw this while walking through AAV:


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It's raining buckets right now, the type that would make you want to crawl into bed, slither in between the sheets and drift off to sleep after finding a cool spot for your toes. It's also the kind of rain that ignites all sorts of strange hobbies, quiet ones, the types you rarely get into except if maybe you're overly stressed or just felt the ( Read more... )