I used to love.

When you feel stranded and beaten you're not capable of loving.

Rroma and Older Sister are the small beacons of something resembling happiness; Cousin is honestly trying; and the Little Niece reminds me not everything in life is so bad.

Too little.

There's an off chance that a woman is pregnant with my child. Not too likely, but possible.

Too little, too late.



Cuteness is to die for
Cuteness cannot fail
Cuteness knows no limit
Cuteness will prevail