I think I’m old enough to handle the truth. I already knew there wasn’t a Santa even though my parents kept telling me I better be good or I won’t get shit for Christmas. I knew there wasn’t a tooth fairy, because every morning I woke up, my tooth would be on the ground, chilling.
I don’t need to be running on false hope, because it’s definitely a waste of my time. I’m a big girl, I can handle big girl problems. Don’t worry about hurting my feelings, because I’ll get over it. You act like I haven’t been hurt before. I picked myself up before and I can pick myself up again.
All I’m saying, be straightforward and I’ll be understanding. Easy as 1, 2, 3.
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