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๐ข ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐, ๐ฆ๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฌ
๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฌ, ๐๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฌ
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I had a bad trait.
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Whenever I was let down by something that I liked, I would stop liking that thing right in that moment regardless of how much I had been invested in it before.
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I was obsessed with trains until the start of middle school, but because the production of a collector edition locomotive that I had been waiting a year for was canceled, that was the last time trains had ever been talked about in the house.
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Mom said it was a bad trait to have, because no matter what things were bound to let us down in some way, and in the end we should have at least tried to see all the good times that weโd had and we couldโve had in the future with it. But even though the toy company had launched more collector editions that I had to admit were better than the ones I wanted, I still couldnโt find it in myself to buy them. It was like I had cut off the rope holding my obsession with trains in a snap. So I told Mom that if things didnโt find it hard to let me down, then it shouldnโt have been a problem if I didnโt find it hard to let them go either.
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That was why after I had waited for Irene Bae for over an hour and tried to reach her through her phoneโgod only knows how many times I had called herโin vain, I finally decided that Iโd had enough of her and went home with an empty stomach while trying not to mind the heaviness inside my chest.
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Once I got home, I immediately seek solace in the comfort of my blanket and Pringles. At moments like this, I was grateful my parents were rarely ever home. Today wouldโve been worse if I had to deal with Momโs nagging about why I was suddenly being a grouchy pants even though I had been โtoo fineโ this morning when I told her she didnโt need to prepare my lunch.
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I wished it was that easy to shake off this weight on my chest though. It had been a long time since I last was let down by someone. I'd almost forgotten how exhausting it could be emotionally andโeventuallyโphysically.
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I didnโt even know why I was this disappointed by her absence. She was just a random girlโa very pretty random girlโwho I thought couldโve been an addition to my very short list of friends. It might be because she was the only one who had come this far, and was also the only one who had caught my eyes. I was still a weak lesbian in the end, and I blamed it on my raging hormones for making me not able to think properly. I had just known her and no matter how much she tried to tell me she really wanted to be friends with me, I shouldโve known better than to believe everything she told me right away. I shouldnโt have gotten my hopes up and myself hurt.
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I knew Mom was right. Things were bound to let us down. But why did I have to always be the one trying to look past the hurt and move on? It was understandable with inanimate objects, but with living, breathing, and thinking beings? If I had to forgive and forget, why couldnโt they just try not to let me down in the first place? We wouldnโt have had a problem if they hadnโt said things they didnโt mean and made plans they had no intention in doing, right?
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And my irritated mood latched onto me as I watched the sun slowly being replaced from the windows of my bedroom with my sketchbook opened on my lap. The smooth velvety voice of Matthew Healy accompanied by the lo-fi music filled my bedroom with a pleasant v
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