J is my favourite letter.
I am sick of consuming myself with yearning to be overly-independent.
I am tired of my mother telling me that I am still a child so I can act like it sometimes.
The sarcasm of that statement is so bluntly honest that it cuts through like a blade. How far does being a child go? Because I believe I have forgotten how to do so.
I think too much and it causes me to be too cross with people who do not deserve to be hurt.
I am tired of my mother telling me that I am still a child so I can act like it sometimes.
The sarcasm of that statement is so bluntly honest that it cuts through like a blade. How far does being a child go? Because I believe I have forgotten how to do so.
I think too much and it causes me to be too cross with people who do not deserve to be hurt.