Je traiterai avec moi-meme de façon appropriee.
"A terrible day. We say it all the time; a fight with a boss,the stomach flu, traffic. That's what we describe as terrible, when nothing terrible is happening
It all seems quaint now, doesn't it? The flood in the kitchen, the poison oak, the fight that leaves you shaken with rage.
Would it of helped if we could see what else was coming? Would we have known that those would be the best moments of our lives?"
A class act ends alone. And I'm sealing every edge, every single day. And it all on me.
