Here I am at 20. Wow, who was that girl?
As I sit behind my computer staring at this image of my former self, I feel as though I’m writing about a girl I used to know, a former best friend perhaps that I somehow drifted away from.
The girl in the picture was a nice girl, maybe too nice a girl.
She once worked a job for two months without getting paid because she was too afraid to ask for her paycheck…[read more]