a twenty-something girl's thoughts, confessions, and learning lessons and trying to find herself in this mad world.

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I would be a millionare--no a billionare if I counted how many times people tell me I look young for my age and how quiet I am. First of all, I would like to strangle the next person that complains about how quiet I am. I don't go around shouting your flaws. "Oh, why do you have jacked up teeth?"  or  "You look old for your age." It is getting annoying. I wish I could make money off this crap.

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