i am and forever will be me. the happy fun one who can be sad and hurt and muffled. i bounce back, problems erupting from wishes, washed away by more wishes. i am catagorized and i guess i deserve to be, i am too simple for my own good, i want complication but if i was then i wouldn't be me. me changes a lot, i try different things out, writing poetically for example, i am no writer. what ever that me is i am it
My inner child is ten years old!
The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost in a good book, or giggling with my best friend, I live in a world apart, one full of adventure and wonder and other stuff adults don't understand.
