I am someone whom you don't know, a stranger. Do you think you know me? Actually, you don't. There are many sides to a person like me. But that's for you to find out!
My life is like a colorful piece of paper that someone has torn into small,random pieces.The pieces were tossed in the air to set sail in the wind,never to be joined again.But as they land,they do join,and they create a beautiful mess.This is my life
my past is my past, it made me who i am, i have no regrets,wouldn't change a thing. i just don't live there anymore. Ppl say I've changed so much but here's the honest truth, I grew up stopped letting ppl push me around, I learned i can't always b happy. I accepted reality.
frie