‘And now,’ Kelsey said dramatically, shrugging off her coat as Willa hurried down the hallways and towards the living room. ‘Wait! Shoes.’ The six year old huffed a dramatic sigh before pausing in the doorway and kicking off her shoes.
WArecked, solitary, hereAnd I, and Silence, some strange Race,
And Being, but an Ear,
Ts all the Heavens were a Bell,
When Space - began to toll,
Aith those same Boots of Lead, again,
And creak across my Soul
Mnd then I heard them lift a Box
ty mind was going numb -
hought
IH have felt like I'm constantly spiraling. Everything throws me off and I struggle to find routine. I constantly let my emotions get the best of me and hurt others due to dysregulation. I'm not exactly a failure.ow can I take ownership of my life?