Where’s the empathy switch I need to turn it off.
I arrived at the school pick up a little late yesterday, I know completely unheard of I’m such an organized person, Hum well, In my dreams. My point being anyway that this is not the first time it has happened so I was a little surprised to find myself confronted with a tear drenched splotchy [...]
Do you like your name?
I’d like to know, really I would because It’s so hard to chose a name for someone else and I have often wondered if my parents made the right choice for me.
You see whenever I talk to myself I say "Self" as in "That was stupid Self, why did you sew the waist band [...]







