I always would joke that my nails would look good once I had my life together. Short because of ceramics, or ripped and filed on jeans when I’m just too busy, fingers peeling from anxious chewing. But it was always a joke because i never thought about any of this until a couple weeks ago when i had time to sit down with my grandma and paint my nails.
I realized they were long enough to sharpen into the style i loved of the acrylics on my secret Pinterest board. And I haven’t lost my id in over a week. I cleaned up my room for five minutes before bed every dad for the last couple weeks. I just turned in an assignment early so i would have more time to catch up. And they’re a little longer this week.
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