The little things mean the most
My mom e-mailed me last night and gave me the closest thing to a blessing that she could manage regarding the whole moving out issue. She told me that if things ever get too hard I can always come home, and that I shouldn't be too proud or hardheaded to ask for help.
It made me cry.
June has been a crazy month. Too much tears and drama. It's almost as bad as sophomore year crammed into two weeks.
The year is half over. Here's hoping for a good six months.
It made me cry.
June has been a crazy month. Too much tears and drama. It's almost as bad as sophomore year crammed into two weeks.
The year is half over. Here's hoping for a good six months.
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