When I told you that I loved you It was without conscious thought Now we must live with the heart break Those three little words brought
Wednesday, July 12, !989 at 12:15 AM, a 22 year old woman, gave birth to her second child and first son. The single survivor of a pair of twins she had never and would never want, me. My mother, Wendie, the narcissist.
If genies were a thing And wishes did come true I would use all three Just for a chance to talk to you
With 2019 now behind me, I couldn’t help but reminisce about the last decade.
So, I normally go to the gym when I can. It wasn’t really one of my priorities. But today was day #1 of going hard. Hitting the gym with a purpose in mind. Not just to get into shape, but to get into fighting shape again. Mountain climbing shape again.