My bedroom window looks out at the sky, I can still see the tops of the evergreen trees while I lay on my mattress. Dingy white walls, no curtains, my bed frame broken and in the corner of the room… It’s depressing.
My bedroom window looks out at the sky, I can still see the tops of the evergreen trees while I lay on my mattress. Dingy white walls, no curtains, my bed frame broken and in the corner of the room… It’s depressing.
Dear Marshall