It's weird how the things we *think* we want most are often the exact things that make us the most restless once we get them. Like, isn't the chase half the fun, even if it's frustrating? What happens when there's nothing left to chase?
It's weird how the things we *think* we want most are often the exact things that make us the most restless once we get them. Like, isn't the chase half the fun, even if it's frustrating? What happens when there's nothing left to chase?
English
Arabic
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Turkish
Dutch
Italiano
Russian
Romaian
Portuguese (Brazil)
Greek