Why is it that I’m expected to be happy all the time?
Why am I never allowed to be visibly upset, ever? Why, when I’m upset, do my friends appear out of nowhere eager to try and cheer me up?
Just let me have my fucking moment.
About Me
- megan.
- I'm a creative writing and editing student at UMass Boston. I like Starbucks' soy chai lattes and I love the color periwinkle. I wish to be a publishing editor in the near future and hopefully publish a few of my own works on the side.
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