If I had just died at ten a few months after my puberty started things would be so much better. I wouldn’t have to suffer through all this stuff, just to end up as a grotesque hulkish husk of a person.
If I had just died at ten a few months after my puberty started things would be so much better. I wouldn’t have to suffer through all this stuff, just to end up as a grotesque hulkish husk of a person.
I mean I cross myself whenever approaching anything remotely anxiety inducing or dangerous… and I am extremely superstitious based on some of the ideosyncretic superstitions I learned from my mom and people around me