An introspective tribute to Alanis Morissette’s musical masterpiece.
I wasn’t aware of what “daddy issues” even meant until I began eighth grade.
You consist of my thickened blood and spit.
“I think I want to do theatre. Like, forever. I just think I would be heartbroken if I ever had to stop.”
These charms are different from the ones I used to wear. For one, the chains don’t match. Neither do their sizes. Neither does the weight they carry.
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