It’s probably a little sad

that I was asked tonight what’s the nicest thing a boy has bought for me and I couldn’t think of anything.

I’m hoping that sadness is my failing memory and not an accurate snapshot of an undervalued life.

About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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