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people do change. like really do. how certain experiences can make sucha big impact resulting in a chain series of changes in a person is really frightening.
the old me? i guess its never going to come back. for the better too i guess. i was too vulnerable to the world back then. much too vulnerable for my own good.
all the best for your paper nat. you go girl! :)
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy
Happy
~tarrying~
