I can't handle FB.
Once again I prove to myself I am better off in a room alone where I do not pester the other children––and then get mad at them because they won't play the way I want them to.
I'm sorry the blogosphere has emptied out, but weirdly it's not a problem: I actually feel freer to write what I want [no one's home!].
There are a few other people on the estate, and I very much like when we meet one another.
[still from Last Year at Marienbad]
Once again I prove to myself I am better off in a room alone where I do not pester the other children––and then get mad at them because they won't play the way I want them to.
There are a few other people on the estate, and I very much like when we meet one another.
[still from Last Year at Marienbad]