this is where once again life happens, we had some good people leave for bad reasons and some bad people leave for good reasons and a mix of both. the first time i stopped, i thought i had filled it but when i got in i found i’d only made it to the 3/4 mark. no signs of wear and clean. this site is called “enough”, because like most girls growing up in this society we live in– i learned from an early start that i am not ever enough. clear when the dust cover over it. 