I feel like I'm Carrie Bradshaw, in the city, feeling restless. Feeling unsatisfied. Feeling... confused.
And I hate myself for it. No, not for being like Carrie, she's great. For being unsatisfied. For wanting more. For demanding more.
This isn't me. I'm the girl who settles. Who bites her tongue and thinks, "this will go away with time... someday it'll be perfect."
But that's no way to live.
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