20 years old.
I want to wander the world.
I miss the woods,the animals, the stars and the fresh air, I was not meant for the city.
I go through phases, ones that usually entail me hating everyone for long periods of time. I fill the voids of my life with Wilde, Robbins, and Dostoyevsky.
I scrapbook, I paint, I create.
& These are some of my thoughts.