What's mine is ours.

Dear Kynslie,

Not sure what this new habit of staying up late is all about, but we're not so much into it.

Please try to get to bed at a decent hour, at least during the week days.

The bags that have taken up residency below are less than flattering.

We don't get heavy and start to sting because we just feel like it. We're trying to tell you something. So listen to us, YOU NEED SLEEP.

It's time for bed now, so stop blogging, and rest your head.

See you in the morning, groggy in the mirror.

Forever Yours Until The Depature of Your Soul,

Your Beloved Eyes