The name's Geena. I reside in the outskirts of the Beantown, where I have and will continue to flaunt my lack of the pronunciation of the letter "r" for 18 years and counting.
"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about."
Got a special someone, or someone in mind?
I’ve got u on my mind bb