Regrouping
March 7th.
Once in a while I forget why I’m doing all this. It feels like hard work and I wonder if it matters to me or anyone else whether HandPrints On My Heart exists at all. I just want to stay in bed and pull the sheets over my head and hide. Don’t know what set it off; just know I lack the drive and initiative to follow through on anything today. Instead I did household chores, vacuumed the apt, looked through recipe books, and did my nails. That ok too, a girl deserves to pamper herself sometimes…
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