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Starting afresh

It's a new day, A new decade to be more  magnanimous. (Use of SAT word: check) I've gotten to the age where I can count my age in terms of decades i.e. "I've got two decades on me now."

Throughout these two decades I've been smart dumb interesting mum and every other pair of antonyms you can think of. I learned lessons that I will never learn the same way again (my friends will hold me to this, or at least my pride). 
One lesson I've learned: no one can hear your oh so witty thoughts. I've learned it but still having a little smidgen of trouble practicing it.
Another: have friends of all shapes and colors (not literally). Don't build up stereotypes and form misunderstandings all on your own. 
The last and most VIP for me: keep your hopelessly romantic antics within pages as opposed to wearing it as perfume. Cinderelli and the other girls only exist in Disneyland.
Scratch that. The most important is to treasure and be thankful for what I already have. My family, for one has been taking a lot of rap from me (sorry guys blows xoxo :] ). Old Friends who are like family who I compare to other tv friends way too much. New friends who I don't know how to be around so don't be around ( I like you but don't know if the me I am around you is likable). And then there God, definitely not least. I am so thankful that you never let me do everything I wanted to do and that you put up with my selfish antics, conceitedness and fraudulent behavior towards you and your others creations.

Cheers to change 

Renewedly yours,

T.Y.B

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