“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
Monday, November 1, 2010
This is not at Novel
This is not an novel. Not anything that will change your life. It may motivate you and it will possibly be the most amazing part of all of our days but it is nothing special. This blog is a place for me to just be...me. If your reading this then you are obviously wasting your time just as much as I am siting here writing this thing. If you see me at school, work, or soccer you probably haven't seen the real me. So here it is. This shows just some of the things that I love. The little things that help me to get out of bed in the morning. This is a sanctuary. From School. From people. From everything distracting. It doesn't Judge me or talk back to me.. It just listens. Now here's my story,
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