it is beyond my comprehension how on earth there can be 15+ books with hundreds of pages on a subject - yet i am unable to write a ten page paper on the same subject.
if society didn't usher me into a life based on money i'd be gone i'd pack up things to survive and leave i'd find the way - the way to live my life according to my standards to let go of this life to create a new life i'd miss people too much.. my friends and my own fear are what's holding me back
i wore my blue flip flops, my green cords rolled up to mid calf, a navy blue t-shirt, my brown checkered old man sweater, and the had jack got me... along with my biker chick gloves.