I was looking out of my bedroom window after writing something pretty depressing. When I saw this squirrel perched on a piece of wood, eating – eating something or another
Colours. Imagine a world without colour.
I’m stuck for words. I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know what you should do.
I don’t know about you, but I love buying things for other people. Or making things for other people. It doesn’t have to cost a lot of money, it’s the thought that counts. I love showing others that I care about them. I usually forget to give them what I bought, although they usually know there’s something I have for them. Though sometimes I remember. As I said, it’s the thought that counts. And yeah, I think that’s a reason to live. Continue reading “THIRTEEN: Gift giving”