I walk to the bathroom and lock the door. She surprsingly is quiet, and I soon find out why. I slide down the door and bury my face in my arms once she hangs up.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt
