I’m living a lie, a really big one. Im taking this far so far, i’m dragging everyone into it. But it’s to late to turn back.
its your day. i dont have many places to say this, but ive been counting down the minutes until i could
happy birthday to you connor
My brother and I lost our father at a very young age. We would visit our Aunt and Uncle in the country few times a year. I was 14 years old that summer. I then realized why. One afternoon I found my mom and uncle in the barn. They were in the hay loft. Mom was giving out those adult moaning sounds.
