I constantly wonder what love will look like at 40, whether I’ll be a better or worse version of the same person I’ve been my entire life. There’s no way to know, still I write about it. 1/3
a kid of a relative came dangerously close to me and started speaking and spitting at the same time and all that saliva landed on my face. i hate kids😭
throwback to the time I didn't want to waste money on a guide book so took a friend's guide and photocopied it and later realized it cost more than the actual guide🤡