I'm happiest around people who play music, create art, and have a passion for life.
I belong behind my lens.
I'm small.
I'm still trying to figure out where i belong.
I'm convinced that, by some small mistake or slip-up in my parents' marriage, i was born in the wrong place. I belong somewhere far away from here.
I'm younger than i act, and older than i look.
I generally hold back from saying what i believe, because i'm afraid people will think differently of me.
I'm ready for things to fall back into place.
I live for adventure and excitement.
I was born to travel.
I'm seriously addicted to lip balm.
I'm terrified of elevators, and losing the people i love
I feel as though i'll never be as happy as i was last year. I need someone to change my mind.
I think i might be stronger than i give myself credit for.
I constantly dwell on the past, because i'm not ready to move on.
I'm afraid of the future.
I believe everything happens for a reason.
I'm a firm believer in choice. Everyone has one. Whether or not they'll make it the right one is up to them.
I've been extremely lonely since my dog died. He meant more to me than anyone will ever know. I don't know life without him, and i don't want to.
I hate who i used to be, but part of me wants those days back-- everything was more exciting then.
I've lost a lot of close friends to drugs an alcohol, and it makes me sad.
I haven't smoked a cigarette or done any drugs in nearly 8 months.
I'm double jointed in my hips.
I have been a vegetarian for nearly three years.
I live off Earl Grey tea and Chai Lattes.
I give too many second chances.
I love long summer nights with friends.
I'm getting a hummingbird tattooed on my hip in two days.
I love kissing him.
I love Wesley Gordon Burness and Martine Joelle Vallieres more than they'll ever know.
I think i'm finally starting to figure out who i am.
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