we’re all blood thristy killers
a fresh start.
i love nature, animals, intricate situations, peace, harmony, music, photography and everything else that makes life worth living. the simple pleasure to know that i can feel many different emotions makes me happy bacause i know i’m alive. & being in situations that try their hardest to milk tears out of me doesn’t make me wish i was never given birth to, because i know i’m stronger than this.
i want to write for a living. i want to move people with mere words. but i currently am stuck taking a diploma in a business course. maybe then, i’d drop all things bollocks and take a part time degree in journalism or something of that nature. i do have another tumblelog [and livejournal and wordpress accounts] but this is where i want to say what i have in mind and not worry about people i know forming opinions on it. i’d try to be as uninhibited as i possibly can, even though it may seem pretty offensive to some. well, life’s too short to not live it on the edge, no?
scrap this. i’m human and like it or not, i’d be a pain in the ass. i’m a girl with the voice of a man, who likes to believe she’s good looking but that’d be rather delusional.
in other words, i am everything you’d love to hate, a contradiction. whatever you say i am, that’s what i’m not.
