If I ever die, it will be of boredom.
At any given time, I need to be crazy about three things: A book, a person and a hobby. If any one is missing, I am depressed.
The promise was that we will always understand. No matter what life throws our way, we will always understand.
A promise is a promise: If I ever have to choose, I will always choose family.
Isn’t it amazing? I was re reading my older posts and I am shocked at how resounding my words are! We sometimes really say stuff that even years later holds true.