jaded?
I thought I was supposed to grow more callous with age. Jaded. Crusty. Hard-boiled.
But instead, it feels like my protective covering has been peeled back bit by bit, and now I'm a raw hunk of weeping meat.
Not literally of course. Most of the time.
Mainly, it's the beautiful things that make me want to cry like a little girl.
But instead, it feels like my protective covering has been peeled back bit by bit, and now I'm a raw hunk of weeping meat.
Not literally of course. Most of the time.
Mainly, it's the beautiful things that make me want to cry like a little girl.