Oh my goodness… Old… Old journals…. I need to journal more. I used to be so creative, Later than this of course. Ha
Also. That used to be a very true statement. But I still love her and call her my best friend to this day. Growing up with the same best friend is very interesting to look back on. Glad we’ve grown up together. Even thru our bratty stages.
Have you ever noticed when you’re tired, your fingers don’t grip things as tightly as they should? That things slip through them more often than you wish? I feel as though I am those fingers and life is slipping through me.