Putting together Valentine's for the babycakes party at "school" tomorrow. Alone. Thanking sweet baby Jesus I've always not cared about this day.
I will miss the insincere card (probably not signed), the last minute crappy bouquet, & the attention I'd receive for at least 5 minutes.
Not.
Ok, so I don't *hate* everything, myself included. However, there is this constant battle within to shake others until they understand what kindness, loyalty, compassion means versus turning the other
I am broken. It seems hell is full of fun time circus mirrors and this is probably why they call it hell. These mirrors distort things, make me think I am climbing out but in reality, I am just walkin