This summer flew by in a blur. A blur or annoyance but also a blur of knots in my stomach of what's to come.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
SonstigesJust thoughts and small ideas I've had. Some sad. Some memories. Some...nothing.
Summer
This summer flew by in a blur. A blur or annoyance but also a blur of knots in my stomach of what's to come.
