I’m not sure if it’s just because 140 characters isn’t enough or if I just have way too much to say and I’m tired of saying it all to my mom, but here’s the start of a safe space. Here’s the start of writing about traveling with 20 dollars in my bank account, and people who screw me over, and failed diets, and every struggle and triumph of being in your 20’s. Cheers to regretting every post I’m about to write when I’m 30.
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