"you've got to ask yourself one question: Do you feel lucky? well, do ya, punk?"

My mom was here, we were breathing the same air, seeing the same things, living on the same page, have chosen to be written in the same book, yet we are not in the same story it seems... Think I was just the gueststar in hers. (that's what children are, right?) In a way a relief to know that it wasn't about me... I do feel lucky, punk!

Skypa just med C!

o vet bara att jag ska akta mig för att förväxla tacksamhet med hemlängtan... men tacksamhet e en liten blyg och försynt en som gärna vill gömma sig bakom andra.