Why is it the older I get, the more judgmental I get. But it’s not the typical, “oh you’re wearing green with yellow, are you dying grass?” It’s more the ” what would your past self say about the person you hang out with? When you use to hate that person and complain about them every single time”. But then I look at myself and wonder what my younger self think about me? How disappointed would my past self be with the person I am now and with the shit I’ve fucked up with along the way



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