I ran out of his house with tears streaming down my face. Never to turn down a street again that I’ve come to know like the back of my hand. After a week of dragging out a breakup, a year and a half was over in the blink of an eye. In 2019, I’ve had …
I feel like I owe somewhat of an explanation for sporadic, late, or not posting at all. I know it’s okay to take a break from even doing things that I love, and I don’t really owe anyone anything. However, I feel like I owe it to myself. The whole point of why I do …
