"You can't make others yeild, you can only yeild, yourself.
That's some of the best advice I'd ever gotten from my mom as an adolescent. I still can't quite put it into action.
Somehow, somewhere, I lost my confidence. I recoil at the sign of a battle between my feelings and someone else. I don't write.
I miss the old apartment: lying across the couch and sick from loneliness with my dog sleeping on my legs.
Somehow, somewhere, I lost my confidence. I recoil at the sign of a battle between my feelings and someone else. I don't write.
I miss the old apartment: lying across the couch and sick from loneliness with my dog sleeping on my legs.