We Are Stories
1989: I’m told that this is the year that my young mother buys me at Shoprite and takes me home with her ❤
1989: I’m told that this is the year that my young mother buys me at Shoprite and takes me home with her ❤
Even after my unnecessary and laborious shower, I still feel burdened by a simple sentence ‘You know, you never finish anything you start.’ ❤
‘All everybody knows about your ex is that she was your girlfriend. Being in a relationship with you automatically branded her as only just that! I don’t want the same thing for myself, I want to be my own person ❤
I called the receptionist here and she said you were out, besides calls can be awkward ❤
It is on these days that I don’t look for the silver lining, because I am the cloud itself ❤