Mayday Mayday
I feel awful. What to do what to do...
Too many things to tell, but I just can't open up. Just can't.
Nobody will understand me.
The baby kept crying, I don't even have time to steal a glance to the mirror and I freaked out when I saw my reflection. I forgot to brush my hair (again).
Dammit.
Too many things to tell, but I just can't open up. Just can't.
Nobody will understand me.
The baby kept crying, I don't even have time to steal a glance to the mirror and I freaked out when I saw my reflection. I forgot to brush my hair (again).
Dammit.