kristycarney
my way, who I am, when I am not fulfilling my perceived expectations of others, Kristy is forgotten
Mothers milk. The cause and the cure of all of Kristy's problems. A summer day, a winter night. Comfort at the end of the day, a story taking flight.
A desk, a computer, a mindless day of mundane tasks. Ask me to solve a problem, ask me a question that matters. Do you not see that there is something more that I have to givel