Memories are fuzzy, but journals…well, they leave the cold details of the dark place I was entering at the time right out there for anyone to find.
Only you can experience anything your way.
Morning photos are always so sexy right? Ratty robe, messy hair, reading glasses, and a cup of coffee. Who wouldn’t want that?
Your first mistake was assuming that I want more than I already have.
Your suffering is not more or less than anyone else’s. It’s just yours.