A woman merely needs flowers, a cup of black coffee, and a binding of pages; and in these simple gifts, she is made utterly joyful.
Should you ever feel lost in the dark, I'm here to shine a light on your path, and I owe that same to myself. After all, a rising tide lifts all boats, all together.
I don't know how many times I wanna try to socialize more but it seems like, my social energy bar drains faster than my phone battery, it's running out so quickly.
My brain is currently running on empty, the dreaded writer's block is real. Also, is the ghost writer does exist?
I miss those golden days, this track has me feel incredibly hot stuff. Can you even handle it, though?





























