kaleidescoperlife

your hidden secrets: terrible for life, excellent for writing?

I used to walk into rooms, leaving parts of myself back at home, in the street, and even at the door of the function. I did this because propriety and assimilation were essential to us at a young age. Our grandparents raised my little brother and me in Chorley, North West England. My brother and I attended school in the small town from Monday to Friday.…