My inability to make a decision, any decision, is staggering. Is it that I truly can’t think for myself? Or is it that I’ve become so accustomed to sussing out everyone else’s needs and desires, so committed to seeing them fulfilled, that I’ve forgotten how to suss out my own? Being in this constant should I/shouldn’t I state is exhausting. Why can’t I simply know my own mind? Two paths lie ahead. Only one can be taken. Both are attractive, […]

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