February 2012
1 post
What can I tell you that I haven’t already said? Nothing. My life is at a stand still. Never moving forward. Always staying in the same spot. I have nothing new to share with you, or be excited about. Everyday I sit in the same room I have had since I was seven. Fading pink walls that rattle when the wind is just a little too strong. Slanted floors. Peeling paint. Dust and cobwebs...