It happens in New Orleans during Mardi Gras.
It happens in Kuala Lumpur on the side of a freeway.
Last night after returning from a weekend trip to Singapore, I want to write. I really did. I had thoughts floating through my mind but I was just scared to even start putting…
I set out this month to write every day for thirty days. Here I am, almost 2/3 of the way through and I’ve written 10 posts.
Because this isn’t what she wanted for you.
I wrote yesterday about some feels that I was feeling.
None of those feelings have gone away, if anything, I’m just even more confused.
