My head's not a great place to be stuck in.
In small squares of sticky paper, we write notes to ourselves, it's a private conversation deemed irrelevant with time and isn't that our existence?
2019 is another Pandora's box we open tonight, so let's breathe easy before facing whatever's inside.
I have never particularly understood my feeling towards my own birthday, I've always been in two minds about it.
When I had the ice cream I couldn't help thinking, this ice cream might be worth living for.
You know that swooping feeling when your stomach jumps when you go over slopes? I have that feeling at the thought that normalcy will one day enter my life. It's all about baby steps.