Caring too much
I wanna cry, just caring too much.
It's who I am.
Frank Savage, my high school drafting teacher, used to sing "Sarah Smile" whenever he saw me. It made me feel special. I try to smile...I need to smile more. Writing makes me smile!
It makes me sad when a teenage client tells me that she has never seen her parents hug or kiss each other.
I was told tonight that I shouldn't tweet because I am too negative.
I love to dance.
And why do I worry and feel bad for not being home for Ely when she gets home from school, and he can leave for a 2-hour bike ride 20 minutes before she is supposed to get home?
Two months to be exact.