It’s as if my days are numbered. Six days left sounds as if I’m to be a guillotine victim. If so, call me Robespierre. Being a year older calls for more lectures. Being a year older calls for more of Mom’s expectations. Being a year older means growing up.
Fuck.
In Holes and Corners
Judy. Transforming. Progressing
I go on with my days just like any other. The things that vex me physically and mentally stay focused, and often out of tune. I thought to myself, why go through this? My insides gave a chuckle and let out, 'Because the world has much to offer. As do you.' That was the last day I questioned the obvious and went towards elsewhere...
I go on with my days just like any other. The things that vex me physically and mentally stay focused, and often out of tune. I thought to myself, why go through this? My insides gave a chuckle and let out, 'Because the world has much to offer. As do you.' That was the last day I questioned the obvious and went towards elsewhere...
Sixteen Candles
