OCD in the city. Running wild and looking pretty.
Saturday, September 26, 2015
I am spent. I am tired. I am hurt. I want to just ball myself and cry. I feel alone. Why?
Am I strong? I feel weak. I feel tired. I feel alone. Yet I must suppress and remain strong for my kids. Did I turn the wrong corner? Why?
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