For some reason I thought this would be so much easier than I envisioned. This? Just... life. Taking steps. They always say to take it slow, one step at a time, but some steps are bigger than others and it's not my fault I was born short. People and things... I try not to live, to decide, for people, but undoubtedly people are what make the decision worth it. So should I start? You never told me about this, and it seems so materialistic to choose otherwise but how am I supposed to envision life... or anything really... after a half-decade? Sometimes I wonder if I want what I do. Maybe I'm just exceedingly good at sticking to the plan. A plan. Any plan. I never came in thinking of how I'd come out. I sort of trusted it would work.
If nothing else, you won't fault me for not giving credit where it's due.
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