times like these, i wonder how you do it
i wonder how do you make me feel what i rarely feel, and admit to it
how do you bring out this part of me

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i wish i didn't say those things last night that made me look, and feel so vulnerable. texts past midnight are the WORST. there's no words in the dictionary i can use now that won't make me look a loser.

this is one of the posts that i'll read four years later and wonder what the hell happened — hopefully, feeling less confused then than now. but if there's only one thing i'm sure of in this moment, let it be this.

to 25-year-old me,
you were such a foolish young adult.