And so, dear counselor, I have no idea what’s in his bag
Stop to ask yourself if they’re heartless or heartbroken
Wanting love — it makes me human. Making mistakes — it makes me human. Learning from them and changing — makes me human
Your checking, criticizing, and controlling are destroying us
I don’t want conversations filled with awkward pauses
I know you’ve been given challenging kids
Why do you make it harder for me — and for you?
What went wrong, I still have no idea ,Dear “Big Sister”
I could say, “Welcome to real life, honey!” as I notice the remnants of cornflakes in your previously spotless sink. Bu ...
Please find pleasure in other things,
What a large body hides,