Feeling a bit, meh lately. Maybe due to the workload. Maybe, I don't know. I should start running again, I miss running. And, I just realized something. I was that good of a person during that particular time, I was. And I didn't deserve any of it. I love wholeheartedly and that's that. I shouldn't feel guilty/down/whatever yeah? Life moves on. I should too.
|My little boyfriend. Who, loves me unconditionally when I have food at hand.|