11.09.04 :: 3:26 pm

All this growing up at figuring shit out doesn't mean I'm 100% over the Sundaygirl of yore.

You know the one. The girl who would analyze a boyfriend's sentence/mood/glance/half-eaten-plate-of-spaghetti and wonder if it was something she did.

I'm still battling. Still not completely ready to let myself think "Will you relax? He's not going anywhere."

I'm getting better at not letting it get the better of me, though.
Big ups for that.

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