Monthly Archives: July 2015
There is this Girl I know. She Wishes I would Shut up about Poor Mental Health.
Posted on July 17, 2015 7 Comments
I nearly got run over tonight. Some pizza delivery guy with an Express Margarita on the back seat. As I write this, the words are jumping around on the screen, much like my favourite five year old, I cannot make them sit still. Last night for almost 5 whole minutes I believed I was dead. […]