The hardest part of living a life of my own is that am constantly stopping dead in my tracks and looking behind me with regret and looking ahead at the path I was on with uncertainty. Is this what I want? Is this mine?
when life hands you the unexpected
The hardest part of living a life of my own is that am constantly stopping dead in my tracks and looking behind me with regret and looking ahead at the path I was on with uncertainty. Is this what I want? Is this mine?