January 2012
3 posts
it’s almost one a.m. here. i’m shaking from the temperature and how deceitful even the most trustworthy of people can be. my stomach is in knots, i’m facing reality, or maybe it was just the past, but the past can turn and become the present. let it go, amber. take a deep breath, breathe in, breathe out. you’ll be fine. anxiety, hormones, my mind, my body, everything feels...
