I hate the fact that parents send the kids to the trash can in my apts. Cause the can is too tall so the kids just throw the bag on the ground. That’s so tacky and annoying.
May 4th starts a journey so personal to me. I owe it to ME. My inner child. The young adult that was literally just winging it. The more mature adult that is so ready. That wants this so bad, she can literally taste it. It’s my turn.