For as long as I can remember, I’ve found someone, or rather aspects of someone’s life that I’d like to take on as my own. More patience, a nicer wardrobe, better nail beds, a higher GPA, etc… Alternatively, people exist that remind me of what a good person I am (even at my most evil moments). Bigots, dog fighters, Charlie Sheen, traffic nose pickers, etc… For all the traits, features, possessions, talents, relationships and decisions that are mine, I accept them and I own them . If I tried to be you, I would inevitably get it wrong, because only you can do you.


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