My mother has had breast cancer twice. And my mother has always been this very positive human being: a glass-half-full type. Like, when she was in treatment and feeling really bad, she would always talk about some nurse that was particularly nice to her.
For some reason, ever since I was a little kid, I wake with the most energy of the day, and it slowly declines from there.
A lot of my childhood memories involve walking home in floods of tears. At that age, feeling unpopular is difficult to handle.
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