Daylight Day 31: S.A.D.

“Can you believe it’s my wedding month already?” trilled Mum. Dad and I exchanged a glance of woe. I caught myself and checked for sparkles. Still not EMO. How can my hair be so green without falling out? Maybe I’ve become an anti-EMO. If only I could believe that. ——————————————– “S.A.D” is a genuine medicalContinue reading “Daylight Day 31: S.A.D.”