My mind is elsewhere this day but I wanted to post this BD thought.
In many ways I still feel young inside, almost like a teenager at times. When I look in the mirror I can see that no one knows how I look inside so what I see must be the real me. Growing old can?’t be avoided. I think I have finally grown up also.
In many ways I still feel young inside, almost like a teenager at times. When I look in the mirror I can see that no one knows how I look inside so what I see must be the real me. Growing old can?’t be avoided. I think I have finally grown up also.
