These problems seem not to end but then again, the world would never stop for anyone's grief, right? Rolling in with punches but there must be a way to get out of this alive. Why is life not fair? Trying to divert myself with quirky painted nails, trying to conceal those hideously bitten nails. Stress=biting nails.
Oooh, I love it when it rains but I never like it when it floods...
