Saturday, August 30


Being a mother is so hard. Some days are just straight uphill, and I drop into bed, and then do it all over again the next day.

Tuesday, August 26


every day i await the evening. when it comes, instead of the plans i made, i drift. i guess that's what i need. not to reach my ideal, that is.

Friday, August 22

Monday, August 18


Sunday, August 17

Saturday, August 16

Friday, August 15