I have a confession to make.
The awkward girl, well that
awkward girl is me. Perhaps the awkward
girl was a way for me to start my story. Perhaps it was a way for me to
depersonalize the events of my life. But the truth is, my story is personal. The truth is my story is hard to tell. The truth is my story
is not wrapped in a pretty pink bow so that others can read and wish they had my story. Real life and real stories are just a whole lot
messier.
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