I can honestly say I hate this part. The part where I have to make up something witty and clever to impress virtual passers-by and pretend it truly matters in the whole mark-up of the world.
I haven't been on this site for nearly a year or more, and I have my reasons. This book is documentation, if not for only my viewing, but for others to see that nothing is ever truly black and white. This book is also entirely true- I won't stretch the truth. This is all honest writing, and anyone who says less hasn't got a trust-worthy bone in their body.
My escapades started about nine months before I was born. I guess that's where everyone's problems truly start- at the point of conception. There's not a single problem in this world that could not be fixed with someone or something not being concieved at all. Having ceased to exist, the problem and all it's ties would cease to exist aswell. This would keep going until, at one point, there would be nothing left.
So maybe it's better to accept our problems, and make them into opportunities. Ever problem we make should hopefully become an oppotunity for someone else- or yourself.
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Ice in the thorns
ChickLitMASKS "She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid. And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through Then passed right by- And never knew." -Shel Silverstein What is my life? My life is up and down. Hazy and clear, then dark yet...
