friday's confession: I was a hot mess.
I used to be a hot mess. Like Hot. Mess.I partied. A lot. I was late. All the time. I made out with boys in bars. The wrong kinds of boys.
I made some poor choices in my life.
Up until recently, I realized that I was still caught up in my old way of thinking: Why can't I get my shit together? Why do I always feel like I'm running a million miles behind?
Why am I still such a hot mess?
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