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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31 / 10 / 2011
We hit turbulence!
There are things that hurt me everyday. Things that, if I let them, would take me down in half a second and bring me to tears, but every single day I fight because I don’t want those things to overcome me. Maybe I was made to be this way. Maybe I was born to fight. I’ve been in countless situations and I remember telling someone that, no matter what, I would always make it through because I don’t give up. I’m faced in this difficult situation at the moment but guess what? I’m going to put one foot in front of the other and keep on walking because I refuse to be overcome.
