I know your story. I know you made it through that shit and a lot worse. And i know you’re not alone anymore, mama. xoxo
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
