Legs out
Sick day number 3. Feel worse than yesterday. Major headaches, tired, ache all over. Yet, I am making lasagne for our dinner tonight. And I might dye my hair.
Mon amour, je sais que tu m'aimes aussi
Tu as besoin de moi
Tu as besoin de moi dans ta vie
Tu ne peux plus vivre sans moi
Et je mourrais sans toi
Je tuerais pour toi
Rosie. Prone to oversharing. Always think of things I should do but rarely get around to doing them. Sufferer of Imposter Syndrome. A complete worrier. Attentive to details. Easily impressed, but more easily disappointed (ugly trait) Rarely truly happy, but you'll usually find me with a smile on my face. This is my place for oversharing, worrying, giving up and being happy. Welcome :)
Instagram: ohsorosie
Tu as besoin de moi
Tu as besoin de moi dans ta vie
Tu ne peux plus vivre sans moi
Et je mourrais sans toi
Je tuerais pour toi
Rosie. Prone to oversharing. Always think of things I should do but rarely get around to doing them. Sufferer of Imposter Syndrome. A complete worrier. Attentive to details. Easily impressed, but more easily disappointed (ugly trait) Rarely truly happy, but you'll usually find me with a smile on my face. This is my place for oversharing, worrying, giving up and being happy. Welcome :)
Instagram: ohsorosie
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