One time in elementary school I told a classmate I was going to be Pippi Longstocking for Halloween. I didn't end up being that because I couldn't figure out a costume and had changed my mind several times. I felt terrible for not telling them the truth or just not saying anything at all even though I didn't even realize it was going to end up being a lie.
I rarely forget if I wronged someone.
I still think about the time I threw away my mom's necklace when I was little because I was mad at her. I remember the look on her face. It was like this type of sadness where she didn't have to say anything at all. I knew exactly how she felt. She looked like she knew yelling would be useless and so would crying. The necklace meant something to her, I don't remember what, but that was why I threw it out. I knew it would hurt her.
I'm sure she's forgotten about it by now, or would at least pretend she has.
The thing about this is that I don't like to bullshit. I'm gonna be straight up about it all. I think.
I wouldn't feel good about anything otherwise.
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