Things We Realize Alone At Night.
I hate that I only post here when I'm at extremes, high or low.
In any case, I have one thing to say: I hope they all remember how perfect I am, and was, and what they're missing out on. (I'm sure this means you, too.)
At least my little guy thinks I'm perfect, and that should be enough. Shouldn't it?
In any case, I have one thing to say: I hope they all remember how perfect I am, and was, and what they're missing out on. (I'm sure this means you, too.)
At least my little guy thinks I'm perfect, and that should be enough. Shouldn't it?