I’m Ok. I can breathe. I can breathe.
So if the nice one thinks I’m difficult, it must be true. Which, as it turns out, is bullshit.
Just throw open the curtains. Your apartment is your home. Your home is in you and it’s magnificent. I promise.
"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” ― Kahlil Gibran