Happy Thanksgiving, mom.
I miss you.
Thursday, November 27th. 11:56 p.m.
Life can be insanely hard. But it can also be insanely grand. As far as I'm concerned, it all boils down to what kind of day you're having. And, as my amazing mom used to put it, "Some days you're the bug, some days you're the windshield". Simple, right? So...bugs or windshields?