My pity parties never come with save the dates or dress-up themes.
They are always spur of the moment.
They usually happen when I compare my life to other peopleβs or when I get lost inside of a one-line rejection email for something I desperately wanted.
Often, on a Sunday afternoon, I get bored and replay some of the saddest moments of my life as if thβ¦
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