I woke up this morning a little earlier than usual. I laid in bed for a minute. Pondered life. Thought about Flea Market Guy. Smiled
I went to Samantha’s funeral today, which is now yesterday by time you read this. I wasn’t sure I was going to go because never
I really love the fact that I have so many awesome and beautiful people in my life. The other night when I found out about
My best friend died yesterday of a heart attack. I guess it takes shock about 12 minutes to turn to grief. And then I cried.
I logged on to my Google account the other day. I was looking to edit some of the personal information, or at least update it.
I always knew I had mental problems, but the following realization might take the cake. I was riding in the car today as a passenger