I've had it. I think it's the worst and it's time to kiss the stupid thing goodbye. Anyone I know and like has my email/phone number. Why the hell do I need the ability to text? Imagine what I can do with the extra money? Now that I actually like "doing " my hair can you imagine the cute little clips I can buy? The fun colours I can colour it? It would get me that much closer to that amazing Zuca bag I dream about.
What funny is how difficult it seems to be to cut myself off. I feel like it's my last terrible vice. I quit the smoking, the coffee, the shitty boyfriends AND refined sugar AND I was on all of those things for YEEEEAARS. I have only had this blasted thing for a few years and it really serves very little purpose. At least the smoking was awesome and the sugar divine. This is just a rectangle. A metal rectangle.
It's dead to me. Well, at least at the end of the month.
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