I was flying home from California, doubled over, didn't know how I was going to make it back (or even if - pardon the dramatics). A week later my life was absolutely shattered.
Today I cooked chicken soup, made chocolate chip banana bread, juiced, am taking a course, and had someone over. Take THAT you piece of kak, garbage crap PTSD mental illness, disorder or whatever you are. Bite Me.
Not now, not ever are you going to own me.
Today I cooked chicken soup, made chocolate chip banana bread, juiced, am taking a course, and had someone over. Take THAT you piece of kak, garbage crap PTSD mental illness, disorder or whatever you are. Bite Me.
Not now, not ever are you going to own me.
