We can’t help who we love. But we can help who we are. We can decide to become ourselves.
I can still let it go, I can still learn to grow into a child again. .. Silence is easy—it just becomes me. You don’t even know me; why lie about me?
...you don't know it's right until it's wrong--You don't know it's yours until it's gone --i didn't know that it was home 'til you up and left
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map