NAothing.Fnd instantly moved back to the corridor. No news about it.
Alying very low above my head
Ind somehow, that felt really special. Then I heard a jet shahed
Gn my own bed.
ood morning from Kyiv💙💛 Finally, I slept half the night
II need explanations and reassurances, and there’s nothing wrong with that. know it’s incredibly convenient, but I’ve had enough: apologize, say what you’re apologizing for, and *then* we can talk.
I used to have bad social anxiety and still do to a sense, but I’ve always been a, “you talk to me first, then I’ll talk” kind of person. It’s the same with my mother. I am now 23, and this problem has worsened in a sense.