Heard this old song over the radio. So much feels.
Haven’t done anything productive today… Not to mention other days. Or perhaps this whole year. Ugh…
God bless me. I feel safe when I think and KNOW that everything will be fine in the end.
What’s the worse that can happen… One more unnecessary year, do I have a choice? Do I?
I actually do, but then again I don’t anymore. S I G H P I E school life can I just be a writer or a poet please I SWEAR I CAN WRITE
The wind blows
Memories of you
The rain falls
Much time has passed
It never snows ; nothing ever stays the same
I was kidding bye 😦