So as I began to write my narration assignment, a very personal one, I realized that maybe now is the time to start my autobiography. I've always been afraid of the consequences due to my family disagreeing with "the way things happened." I could cry really, realizing how much of myself I tend to push to the side, how much of my own life I try to forget.
I'm a full package, and some of that does include emotional baggage. In the words of a song,
"I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine." (Thanks Rent.) So I think I'm going to start it.
We will see what happens.
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