Do you ever have one of those days when you have a dozen things to write about swirling around in your head, but you are just too blue to get any of them out well?
I miss my mom who left this morning.
Nothing else seems worth saying.
Do you ever have one of those days when you have a dozen things to write about swirling around in your head, but you are just too blue to get any of them out well?
I miss my mom who left this morning.
Nothing else seems worth saying.