What makes you, you? Find what you strive for, and never, ever let that go.
No matter what people say.
Looking through my photo album of how I’ve grown sparks a spontaneous sadness within me. I am unsure why that is. Maybe how damn pure, and young we were. Maybe I miss it. Maybe I should be a lot further than I am. Maybe I came a long way, who really knows.
time really flies..
Disassembling myself to reassemble till I get this right.