There's a storm in my teacup!

Well, in my dollar store mug.

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...sometimes I'm glad I write excessively, if I keep finding various words I used to write everywhere. Remnants of my history; of me. I've matured quite a lot recently, but I'm sure I still have a long way to go. I need to work. Not to go to this college any more like Mum wants. Somehow I must get out of this.

I will.

I'm glad I went back on old posts, to find things like this. I've tried my best to mature, at the very least.


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