life is full of whoopsiepoopsies. I've been having a lot of those as of late. But I guess that's how you solve things, that's how you realize where things lie. I'm a crumpled mess, defeated by my return home, and I don't want to do anything but go back and be away. I was meant for away, I know, but I've always wanted a reason to stay. Not now, and I'm too young to feel so old. Old and given up. on too many things to count. Stop counting, just be and be okay.

There are many questions that I've asked over and over. Sometimes I'm lucky and find an answer. But with every new person the answers are forgotten. I want people to be like penguins. They never have to toil with issues of new mates. Just weather and other animals that eat them. Actually, I don't want to be eaten.

"a pure heart makes a clear mind"
thank you week-old fortune cookie.

more pictures you say?