Cal - o - rie (noun)A tiny creature that lives in your closet and sews your clothes a tiny bit tighter every night
Sorry for hiding under your porch and grabbing your ankles when you stepped outside. Please don’t call pest control on me.
When there's simply no going back, no matter how bad I want it.They're gone. The pain travels with me through all the mundane days. A heavy burden that beats in my chest until it feels like it could explode. Days, months, and years go by. I try to numb the part of my mind that is refusing to forget. I delve... See More » (1)
I am at a loss. I just want my things back.They are holding my stuff hostage. I've asked 3 times now. I'm going to have to go to the police. I'm due to start work and need my things. My son is growing and he needs the clothes and some of the toys my family bought. My dog requires food.... See More »
