things i’ve cried over. number, why keep count anymore (unfinished projects)
For now, I am here, 22. Somewhere, there is a universe where time froze at 7 years old. I am sitting in Aunt Alice’s living room. It is December. The Christmas tree is lit.
For now, I am here, 22. Somewhere, there is a universe where time froze at 7 years old. I am sitting in Aunt Alice’s living room. It is December. The Christmas tree is lit.