Dearly Beloved 🤍
I am not a writer, I just like writing.
Dearly Beloved 🤍
I am not a writer, I just like writing.
I am not a writer, I just like writing.
I am not a writer, I just like writing.
Once again, my bed jerked me out because I refused to wake up to the mumerous alarms, except this time it was for an urgent even in the afternoon. I pit my legs in my comfy slides while I grabbed my tablet. My slides ushered me to the bathroom where my toothbrush brushed my mouth for me. I hoped in the shower and next my closet picked your an outfit for me so that I didjnt have to wait to pick an ...
Feeling tired and hungry due to hours of walking around the deserted beach. I finally opened my eyes and was welcomed by the shining glean of the sunlight and unfortunately the same squeaking chicken that crept around me the whole day. While I struggled with loneliness, this little squeaking chicken whom I was yet to name gave me a little burst of happiness, which I needed to push through and find...