Wow it is really hard to type out a simple heartfelt post. When I am alone, I will always tell myself I am going to mention this this this, but when I get on my laptop and attempt to get down to writing, my mind blanks out. Where should I start from? How much should […]
Sometimes, I don’t even know what matters to me anymore. He say. She say. They say. Interesting. Every memory of looking out the back door. I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.
Again. Again. Again. I just knew it. When will I ever come to terms with it. Or rather be truthful to myself about it. Just make a guess. It’s pretty obvious.