I used to carry thoughts I couldn’t explain. Now I write—and it finally makes sense.
It’s all in your mind. — Thoughts of yours, like “This is basic; this is called manners. Even a teenager knows how to behave better than you. It’s simple—why don’t you understand it? He knows exactly what he’s doing, but he did it anyway. He is playing me. I did so much for him, but he couldn’t even lift a hand for me.
By SAN6 months ago in Writers