I am full of things to say but my heart is quiet and somber at the moment. I am sitting alone in the dusky light of my bedroom, counting heartbeats. How many do I have left?
So glad today is my Friday. The last few weeks have been exhausting. Post tonight.
The attic in my head houses things I would rather leave locked up. I’m a bit drunk right now and I should probably just go to bed.
Loving yourself and having an inflated ugly ego are COMPLETELY different.