Heavy-lidded eyes with heavy dreams to match, scattered across post-its you hide in a drawer away from the eavesdropping eyes of the world. Dubbed: “For my eyes only”

Let me be your real-life journal and let’s just settle in. Grab some tea that we can spill as we start to begin to tales of love and broken dreams and a life that could have been.

I got called a perfectionist last night and I don’t know what to do. Oh dear, I cried. Oh gosh! Oh my! I’m afraid it might be true.