When I was about twelve years old, I started struggling with germaphobia. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a major perfectionist,...
White flowers in the meadow I pretend they are your grave Remembrance pulls me back in time To our younger days Wildflowers by the...
Crawling into bed, I snuggled under the blankets as clouds filled my mind. “Another day I’ve messed up,” I thought, tears filling my eyes....