Good evening, Kathy. It’s Monday.
On Saturday my cats spilled a litre of cream on my bed. That was an hour of my life I would rather have done something else. 282 more words
It’s not that he never cries, but when he does, he usually knows it’s coming, and he keeps feeling like he can stop it if he would really try, and then it makes him feel kind of guilty to cry even though he can “not cry.” It makes him feel fake. But when he cried this morning on hearing her voice, he knew it was not fake. He still tried to stop it, and he did actually succeed, but still couldn’t stop sobbing. 140 more words