I guess I didn’t expect to be so broken up about going home. But has become something I look forward to with a heavy heart.
I really wish Saturday would come, so that it be done, and I would have to stand here, in the middle of the street, waiting for the bus of life to run me over.
It’s been one year since I started this blog. Thanks to alexandreaandrewbeccanatejoeychrishannah for keeping me going.