It was here, where I had fun with ankle-deep snow. Where I was so happy watching pieces of white cotton-like flakes congregating by my window, forming little layers of snow.
While my sister was fighting to stay alive.
It's difficult to be back in this place again. Brace girl, brace. You're made of stronger stuff than this.
my sentient self
ninnnnniee, dumb, but not tt dumb. fat + unpretty. Messed up + screwed up. Complainy + bitchy. One big lazy ass w a really big arse. :|