Thank you for your message. I chose to not post it publicly for obvs reasons, but I hope you do come back to my page to read this. I just wanted to say that I appreciate what you told me. Luckily I’ve moved on. I always knew I made the right choice even before you admitted what you know and have experienced personally. I knew ~things, but not that. Thank you again.
my nose is stuffed, but every time i’ve sat down within the past hour the scent of popcorn and waffles has my nostrils consumed.
When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.
i can’t reply at all to any of my messages, btw. nothing happens when i click the publish button. it just stays there. whenever it decides to start working again, i’ll be a happy girl.