I wish I had the guts to actually be as strong as I know I can be.
How fucking far is too far? Because every time I think I’m there, there’s still more in the distance.
And all this after I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again.
Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
don’t worry. when nothing is on your mind then your’e there. when there is no thought, then life is wasted. your’e empty.
Whatever you need to do, peechie, you can find the strength. We support and love you. *triple hugs*
I don’t know why you was mad, but here’s a very big big hug for you!
If I cursed like that my mom would wash my mouth out with Irish Spring, but I hope she switches to Dove or Ivory because my blog friends told me it tastes better.
*another hug*
*hug*