Where is spring?
Where is spring?
Cookies and milk. Having an unhealthy day.
Presto.
Today is Friday.
I’m failing to see where I fit in.
Dear Summer,
I sure do miss you.
“I promise, I’ll keep in touch.. we’ll still be friends”
You kept the promise… never.
When I grow up I’ll become beautiful.
There is some kind of beauty in all of us, but there are few who possess the ability to show it on the outside. - Anon
I would never talk this much about myself, if there had been anyone else whom I knew as well.