You are not what happened to you. You are what you choose to become.
standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall… tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired. this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.
...Caught a bolt of lightning… curse the day he let it go.
And he who forgets will be destined to remember.
could’ve been something..
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map