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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8 / 1 / 2012
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I hate that feeling you get before you cry.

Especially when you try holding it in. You feel this kind of ache in your chest and a lump in your throat. You try holding your tears back and try to focus your mind on something else. Something happy. Something completely different than the situation you’re in. But even though your mind is elsewhere, you can’t do anything to those, already progressing tears in your eyes. So you wipe them, making sure nobody sees. You can’t cry, not right now.

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