Maybe one day

One day, I will no longer be awkward. I will lose my sarcasm. I will no longer be afraid of what the world thinks about me and I won’t bother if it doesn’t think about me at all. Nothing will matter.

But when that happens, I hope you’ll remember me as I am now. I hope you’ll miss me. I hope you’ll wish I’d never changed.

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