I have the attention span of a toddler and a memory span of a 90 year-old all conveniently (dis)arranged in a 17-year-old wreck of a soul. I am not a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process, an integral function of the universe. I’m simply a human fill-in-the-blank.
This will serve as my outlet and where I shall vent. This is also a place for my ramblings and my interests. I will post whatever tickles my fancy, catches my eye and flips my ship. My blog is never consistent; but expect rants, thoughts and pictures. Pictures aren't mine unless stated.
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21 / 10 / 2011
One of my biggest flaws that I just realized right now
Is that the consistency of my caring is weird. Sometimes I care too much to the point where I feel a bit too clingy. And when I realize that I’m being clingy, I tone it down a bit and eventually stop showing that I care which is also bad. I just want to even this out so I have enough balance to show that I care about you, but not to the point where I’m being a psychotic person that’s always going to want to know what you’re doing.
