I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm alive! All is well. When my mother mentions that I haven't written a post in ages, I feel vaguely guilty but don't worry too much. When Robert tells me that he loves rereading my posts I
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm alive! All is well. When my mother mentions that I haven't written a post in ages, I feel vaguely guilty but don't worry too much. When Robert tells me that he loves rereading my posts I