standing at the edge of reality
it is amazing how different your life can become from what you will think it will be. i sit here and think about how i would have never imagined i would be who i am, were i am, and were i am going. it isn't bad, or good, it just is and knowing that seems to keep me sane.
my mom is talking to my cousin about another relative, one i was recently placed in a bad situation of knowing certain information about, i wish i wouldn't be able to hear what she is saying, but i can.
it is a fact that comes to mind when i think about you. i wanted you before to have a reason to be here, but now that i am leaving i don't want it, i don't want that connection to keep me tied down.
i have to respect the fact that i have friends in my life that take me for who i am and get over the differences between me and them.
my scanner isn't working on my computer and so know i will hold much hatred for it as i wanted to share some photos.
it is hard for me to leaving, knowing that things will be different when i come back, that they will be different and i will be different. . .everything will be different.
i hate knowing that i am letting certain goals slip away because i lost faith that they will come true.
"hairless guinea pig". . .
spilling my guts to a complete(well, almost complete) stranger is one thing in life that will make you feel better, you can count on it
having issues deciding my tattoo. . .what and were seem to be the questions left in my mind.
all in all, another good weekend, filled with doing just about nothing. . .
my mom is talking to my cousin about another relative, one i was recently placed in a bad situation of knowing certain information about, i wish i wouldn't be able to hear what she is saying, but i can.
it is a fact that comes to mind when i think about you. i wanted you before to have a reason to be here, but now that i am leaving i don't want it, i don't want that connection to keep me tied down.
i have to respect the fact that i have friends in my life that take me for who i am and get over the differences between me and them.
my scanner isn't working on my computer and so know i will hold much hatred for it as i wanted to share some photos.
it is hard for me to leaving, knowing that things will be different when i come back, that they will be different and i will be different. . .everything will be different.
i hate knowing that i am letting certain goals slip away because i lost faith that they will come true.
"hairless guinea pig". . .
spilling my guts to a complete(well, almost complete) stranger is one thing in life that will make you feel better, you can count on it
having issues deciding my tattoo. . .what and were seem to be the questions left in my mind.
all in all, another good weekend, filled with doing just about nothing. . .