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it’s strange, now, my life. i imagine myself in an alternate_timeline, the one where i stayed single, or where curly and i got back together. maybe i was miserable, maybe i was happier than i am now.
lady_bird threw me for a loop tonight, for several reasons. it told the story of a young me, the one who started on here so long ago, at the very same high school in the very same year. and the moving to nyc, the necklaces, the vapid rich girl.
it missed out on plenty, perhaps because it wasn’t my life “to a T,” my parents were different and already divorced by then, my life was not centered around high school boys, maybe, though i wrote about them plenty.
but it has heart. and it cherishes friendship in such a heartwarming fashion. and it encapsulates what it was like in sacramento in that small slice of time.
i wonder too often what high schooler senior me would think of me now, wearing that sloppy uniform, forgetting the Lord’s Prayer. she would never have imagined this life, the longing, the captivity. the security. she would have chosen freedom.
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