I don’t think there will ever be a point when I have everything figured out, it’s a lie we are told. That one day being content with life is possible. I know that if and when I get to the point of where I want my life to be, I will want more. My thoughts on life have changed so much in the past year, month and day, I’m having a hard time remembering what perfection is to me. I want to disappear for a while and figure out where I am going; it’s funny how 7 months ago I was only wishing I could be where I am right now. Now I am wishing for more, hoping that this strait line I am following takes a right turn into something better. I want blue skies, a road trip, fresh air, and possibly the ability to not be responsible for a while. At some point someone to be with would be nice too.
i was ther when celina went missing… contact me.. i know things…..