i drew eyes.i drew faces.i wrote stuff.i read stuff.i translated stuff.i played my guitar.i sang.i read my bible.i prayed.
just to get me through the night.
if only the consequences isn’t dark circles around my us.i guess i would just dissolve into the night.
sigh.
“i hate this part…”
well,at least there’s something to brighten up my day.found my ob night dress…hmm…