Sometimes she forgets what she wants. Sometimes the world is so overwhelming and she feels so very small. It's her against the universe and somehow she keeps smacking up against a wall. Sometimes she can form the words "I want..." And sometimes there's nothing at all.
no subject
Which is why she's standing in the middle of the room with that puzzled look on her face.
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Oh! Sorry. This isn't where I'm to post the beginning of my auto-biography, is it? *grin*
Gessi
it's late.