Spitting feathers once again. I should be a pro by now. So happy it’s getting warmer, planning to take a walk/jog to help nudge my head entirely out of my ass.
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer, as i said, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for i’m one of them.