I just realized that my wedding dress, before alterations, was the same price as my best friend’s prom dress… That’s ridiculous.
I can’t sleep, and I want to talk, but there’s really no other person I really want- or should- talk to than the man sleeping in the other room. At the same time, I can’t bring myself to wake him and continue making a problem of what I tell myself is nothing. I hate me.
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