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“Hey, do you want to go to the bookstore with me?” It was like asking a dog if he wanted a bone. I was the dog and the books were the bone.
“To the bookstore?” “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
“Sorry, I could talk about books all day.”
the perfectionist complex I suffered from because, as an only child, I always felt the need to push harder and do more. The way I never felt good enough. The self-deprecating thoughts.
The heart wants what it wants, Cait. Sometimes you just have to give in to it and let the world burn around you.”
