I explore, it may not seem as adventurous as it sounds.I read until my eyes voluntarily close. I snore as the sun shines and bore into the silky curtains I use to protect me from the vicious light. I cry as my favorite character dies in a story. I have strong reactions to what seem to be needed while reading? I try to be happy and silently hope that I will move on from book 1 to no sequel. I have many complications as an Author. I try to be happy at how the ending turned out, it was happy and I hate it. Temporarily closing my eyes and say 'YES! I JUST FINISHED READING!'. I scream loud as I can for I have pent up emotions.

Nobody's perfect, don't change yourself just because someone told you to... just because 'change is the only permanent thing in the world.'

Cause I walked in the bay that we both shared.