You look at me like I am a pretty girl. I like that. Rebounding a peek at your surface then anewing under your roofs. I couldn’t help but to think, “When the Hell did we become so ALIVE?!!?!!”.
I'm growing. With every entry. With everything I read. Obviously. Like everyone else. I"m selfish. I hate the word but I am. I try not to be. I've found this website to be a great emotional outlet for the few times that I've written on here. Enjoy the jumbled mess.