Sigh.
I never know what to make of this crazy fucking world, this crazy fucking life. I sure do love it though.
What if the world were to really end in 11 months? It better not; I would be so fucking pissed! Damn Mayans better be wrong. I have waaaay too much shit to do still.
When you watch the people that you love the most in your life die in a hospital, you make a silent promise to yourself to never hold back saying how you feel. So why do you still hold back doing what you feel?
If there is anything that surprises me most in this life, it is that we are afraid of what we want and afraid of who we are (and aren't).
As I type all of this I think of the quote I attached to my dashboard when I was 21. It said: "The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes."
This is still my favorite quote.
There is no fucking way the world can end in 11months! Is there???
