J'aurais voulu être une artiste.

Isn't it Ironic, don't you think?

It feels like the story of the Beauty and the Beast, but in reverse.
And you know that deep down, I'm more attached to the awkward and chubby boy you used to be rather than the handsome yet obnoxious douche you've become over the years. I miss you. I miss the old you. The one who cared.

There's no coming back.

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