I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
Sunday, 20 November 2011
some people say,
i let you walk all over me. after giving that accusation some thought..i've come to the conclusion that. subconsciously i'm making up for what i feel i've lacked in being since we've met. some people may never understand where i'm coming from. they simply don't know me. or my story. & i'm quite content with that.