Day Ten: One confession.
Some days i wish my whole life was different. That i had different parents, or the same ones that stayed together. That i had different siblings, or the same ones with different parents. That i had a different upbringing. That i went to a different school. That i had different opportunities. That i had a different job. That I had a different husband. Or no husband. That i didn't have to grow up. That i could still be young and not an old 25. That i had different experiences. That my whole life was different.
And then i think.
I like me.
And its ok.
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