Hello, dear reader, this early of the morning i am writing to you feeling a bit naked. Like not physically... but spiritually. I used to think everyone who saw me could read my mind. So far, ive been right. Ive noticed more and more the people thatt surround me are there for a reason. I always thought i was a good person... but even the best of people have their limits. I guess what im really trying to convey is that people around me have known me so well i think by knowing themselves. Or maybe something a bit more to it? That is one of the mysteries of life.
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