anxiety
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Bus Stop Blues
It was a cold morning. Not the frozen winter kind of cold. But the turn of the season, end of October cold. She was slouched down with her back against the wall and her head in her knees crying. Many mornings were spent like this back then, but no one really knew. She was wearing… Continue reading
About Me
Just your normal millennial trying to make it in this world. I love going to new cities, eating new foods and meeting new people- but I usually prefer the company of my cats. I’m inviting you to come laugh, cry, travel and eat with me on the crazy ride we call adulthood.
Someday, Today 