Colourthisworld: I Have That Same Exact Table And Chairs. From My Childhood. It’s Still Downstairs On The Patio O.o
You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page,
