My grandma always had the perfect way to stop us from complaining: guilt. We’d go out for a walk in the park, I’d complain that my feet were tired, and she’d tell us that we might not have been born with feet. I’d say that I was hungry, and grandma would say that was a …
Not really into this new game. There’s nothing WRONG with making it slice-of-life, and I understand that it’s a pretty original idea. Still, just because the idea is original doesn’t make it good, and in this case, I can’t say I’m into it. The whole thing just isn’t really implemented in a way that I …
You know that feeling you get when you just can’t take a full breath? Yeah, I’ve had that for about three months now. I keep thinking that it’ll go away, but every morning…the same. And people in my family are terrible about going to the doctor, like it’s a competition to see who can go …