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okay confession: i'm not very good at asking for help.

via coffeestains

i was at target the other day, and i bought two really big things. the man at the counter told me to go to the front and ask someone to help me take my purchases to the car. so i smiled and gave him a very polite "okay great! thanks so much!" while thinking to myself

"are you kidding? no way am i asking someone to help me."

so i rode on the back of my very full buggy until i made it to the car. i loaded my boxes into the back seat. drove home. and carried the boxes up to my apartment. my mom got mad at me bc i didn't tell anyone in my life that i might need help with this task.

but i got it done!

and my muscles are going to be a little bit stronger bc of it.

and so is my confidence.

closet door: 2
jordan: 0

so this is me pep-talking myself. this silly closet door is giving me so much trouble! it is so extreme that i've caught myself thinking, "why don't you just call a boy and have him come take it off?" that's a big deal...

don't worry...i haven't given in to such thoughts.

i'm going to get it. i am.
and thank you for all of your support btw :)

"save your breath 'cause here comes the truth, i'm over the drama of you and that's something new."

{ashlee simpson}