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The internal monologue that goes on whenever I cave to junk food. T_T
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Twenty year old Lucille Ball in 1931.
I cured myself of shyness when it finally occurred to me that people didn’t think about me half as much as I gave them credit for. The truth was, nobody gave a damn. Like most teenagers, I was far too self-centered. When I stopped being prisoner to what I worried was others’ opinions of me, I became more confident and free.
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Star Trek: The Next Generation, Season 3 Episode 16
I'm a illustrator living in Chicago, by way of Detroit I like dresses, the midwest, gin, and swearing.
