same old story
Some days are harder than others, these days I question what I’m doing wrong. It’s hard to be me always looked at as the “little sister” I”m grown! but no one seems to acknowledge my legal age, just my body’s age you know young in the face. It’s hard this whole single thing, going out to keep a smile on my face. doing things for me. Money spent for a moment of emotional joy. Then it wears off once I finish the drink, or the coffee, or the cake, whatever i try to use to replace the sting. Like … Continue reading same old story