“She did know that the journey to happiness was laborious and strewn with seeds of suffering. She guessed that it was probably a place each person had to seek for herself, that each heart had to find on its own.”
I will never forget those mornings we dreaded, hatred of the afternoon, the uncertainties in the evening.
Monday, 3 March 2014
All we need is someone to hold us in their
arms tightly and tell you, "Everything's going to be okay."
And sometimes all I want is some food and a good cry.
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