Like any other. I wish it was new…
This flutter of hope I have that things will get better. But no, I’ve felt it before. I must not give into the weakness that comes with that flutter…
So I shall remain forever cynical. Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.
Bad Poetry & Rants
Like any other. I wish it was new…
This flutter of hope I have that things will get better. But no, I’ve felt it before. I must not give into the weakness that comes with that flutter…
So I shall remain forever cynical. Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.