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This is stupid. I’m upset over something and in ten years, when I’m fully grown with a job, a house, maybe even a family, this decision won’t matter. Who’s going to look back and check? Who’s going to look back and see what I wore that one day in eighth grade? Who’ll think that I was a loser? (I mean, I was…) But in ten years, who’s going to look back and judge one thing? This sounds stupid. I know it is. The worst part is that I’m stressing over it, like people will actually care. They say it’s weird. I say, “who cares?” I just don’t want everyone to hate me. I know, that sounds stupid. My friends say I’ll regret it, and maybe I will. But maybe in ten years, when I’m fully grown with a job, a house, I won’t care about it at all.
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
Stupid / In Ten Years
This is stupid. I’m upset over something and in ten years, when I’m fully grown with a job, a house, maybe even a family, this decision won’t matter. Who’s going to look back and check? Who’s going to look back and see what I wore that one day in eighth grade? Who’ll think that I was a loser? (I mean, I was…) But in ten years, who’s going to look back and judge one thing? This sounds stupid. I know it is. The worst part is that I’m stressing over it, like people will actually care. They say it’s weird. I say, “who cares?” I just don’t want everyone to hate me. I know, that sounds stupid. My friends say I’ll regret it, and maybe I will. But maybe in ten years, when I’m fully grown with a job, a house, I won’t care about it at all.
cecilia-jones
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
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