The deep wounds afflicted by life's tests. Being reopened by people we know, the ones we once trusted and loved. Sigh Remind me again, why do I bother sharing my wounds? If it will only reopen once again.
How does the world perceive acceptance? Must we save a person? Must we do things the way everyone does? Can we dream without it being called a 'pink cloud vision', even when that person lives in a world
I remember the first time I made the Japanese omurice, it was terrible but still delicious, but the second time I made it I was sceaming with joy. Always give yourself a second chance.
I honestly got this picture from google, so its not mine. This reminds me of how I am. Sometimes I wish I could look up in the sky and find this exact replica or something like it. Space is just a place
