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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9 / 1 / 2012
I’ve been dropped so much
That i actually ask myself why I still try. Why I still go out looking for one person to fill this “void” that I want filled. It’s ridiculous.
I just want, someday, to again be able to think of something, and feel so much that it consumes me, and say with every bit of conviction that, absolutely no one and nothing could ever compare. Is that too much to ask for?
