We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are.– Anais Nin
A Stumble, Crash, and Burn Down Memory Lane.
I’m staying in a room that i haven’t slept in for years. High school was marked by me moving downstairs to the basement and getting farther away from my parents. I got more space, a bigger bed, and the ability to do whatever the hell i wanted with my own floor of the house. Middle school had me living in the two small rooms upstairs connected by a door. I got the front half of the...