I hate that sentence. Aren't we all a dozen different people every day? Aren't we all bits and pieces and experiences and unexpected reactions?
I'm not doing so well at being myself at the moment. I feel like I'm too tired to make the effort. Yes, I am a well-oiled machine: I have my social niceties, and my small talk, and even some ammunition for the big, difficult topics of life.
I'm tired. I'm afraid that I can't be happy right now because I don't feel the bounce. I want to be. But I'm just exhausted. Can we wait for a few months? Can you let me sleep this bad moment off? Then I will be Sara again, or at any rate the Sara I can be when social and active.
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