Today was better than yesterday.
Today was better than yesterday.
Ever.
Sometimes life is a constant battle against the nostalgia of a time that can never be real again.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
What wonderful thing didn’t start out scary?
I’m at the point where if one teensy tiny thing doesn’t go my way, I’m going to burst into tears. Like the time I forgot my pillow.
Fingers crossed that good karma is heading my way.
And by good karma, I don’t mean the lawns being mowed for graduation.