I battle to throw things away.
Creams, leftover cooking oil, people.
You know?
I’m always like “one more shot”, “one last squeeze”.
I guess you could call it a “problem”. I call it HOPE.
A Heart Full of Stories ©
I battle to throw things away.
Creams, leftover cooking oil, people.
You know?
I’m always like “one more shot”, “one last squeeze”.
I guess you could call it a “problem”. I call it HOPE.
A Heart Full of Stories ©
