If the flowers stopped blooming and the cold never came, I wouldn't mind
II'd whine night and day, and realistically wouldn't be able to handle it, but I wouldn't mind.
I know of nothing that may be causing me to feel this, but I don't mind.
Some type of peace has found it's place in me, it's been a very long time since I could breathe.
I've dealt with a bit too much bullshit in these past five months, but I don't mind.