Skirt & Sweater: Gap, Shoes & Ring: Aldo, Nail Polish: Joe Fresh
You have no words to tell me what's wrong. You can't write to me. Sometimes you cry when you want to smile. Sometimes you smile when you want to cry. You are bursting with energy, with nowhere to go. Now imagine you are six years old. Every day in class spent trying to understand a student that I cannot. Every day that student trying to understand me as well as the entire world. Week three of an incommunicable impasse.