The things I write about.

But if you catch hold of me in the dead middle of the night and cut me open, you will find a little girl that is questioning it all. Do I see you in the desperation of an addict? In the screams of a quite child?

A phone call away

Well then, here’s to us, here’s to bonds that don’t need years to back them up or too many moments to make special. 
 To watching you become the best version of yourself. Growing up to be this unstoppable woman.