Life is like a 5th grade slumber party: a mix of love, friendship, gossip, food, laughs, heartache, and cute pajamas.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Sometimes this is all I can remember. A little color, a little light. But days tend to blur into nights, then back into day again. I must try to hang onto one thing every day. Freeze-frame the moment so that time-blur doesn't win out completely.