We have vampires and storms
But when she came to me with tearful puppy dog eyes – how could I turn her down? I would’ve been a bad mom, don’t you think?
you get what you focus on
At night I lay in a heap, mind turning. Trying to find justifications to cancel the next day.
We don't see things as they are...
Moments when things felt hard and unfair, resulting in my submergence into ‘pity party favours’
I care less about your potential..
A Siberia state of mind just seems a dismal place to live.
If we think we can change or mould someone into what we require, we are completely misguided.