Thirties. Go To Therapy. Clean Up All

I Guess We'd Be Living In A Boring, Perfect World If Everybody Wished Everybody Else Well.

I Was Somebody Who Never Loved My Hair. I Had Curly Hair And Wished It Was Straight.

Maybe It's A Fairy Tale, But I Believe In Happily Ever After.

There Are No Regrets In Life, Just Lessons.

I Realised How Paranoid And Guarded And Not Trusting - Walled-in - I Had Become. Not Consciously So, But Just This Armour That I Kind Of Have, Protective Armour. It's Not For My Friends Or Family, But For Being.outside In The World, Always On Guard.