i am a big girl now. i am.

i am a big girl now.

none of those emo moments anymore.

big girls don’t mope around when they feel awful and depressed. they just deal with it with sleeping pills or alcohol.

i am a big girl now.

and funny how simple everything else when you don’t force perfection into the picture. perhaps, growing up is like going back to being a child again.

less need to validate everything. no interest in making things make sense individually.

if it makes the child happy, the child will never ask questions.

i am a big girl now… wanting to be that one happy child again.

perhaps, i almost am. almost.


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