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Happy New Year. I’ve texted out Happy New Year many times over the last 24 hours and my autocorrect keeps changing it from Happy New Year to Happy New Tear, and I am trying my damnedest not to see this as a sign for 2022.
The last thing I need is more tears.
No resolutions for me because I won’t follow through with them. I know myself better than that now even though it is a nice thought to even think I would.







