If I write all the good things about my blog, you wouldn't
believe it, right? And I wouldn't know what's not good about
it unless somebody else tells me. So, check it out and lemme
know.
I remember when you stopped being there for me. Just like all those times when you were. I am not biased. I am not unfair. I am just. I remember your presence and absence alike. But you were there …
