Is going way too fast, isn’t there a way to slow it down? It’s actually mental, seems like yesterday that I was still in school dating Kye, now 4 years later we’re here. Dante is starting Nursery in September, what happened to being a baby? ;__;
Time flies too fast, I dislike it. I feel that when I’m really old with wrinkles and a million grandchildren I’ll just feel the same.