Some people hate writing about themselves. As for myself, the way I capture my personality is just verbose in repetition. Eventually; it all coagulates and out pops the life I lead. How I see the world is constantly changing---just like my thoughts.

One moment; I feel like I'm gliding across unknown territory with conformity and pride, feeling hours of hard-work and dedication shine like the stars in the sky warming us with their sweet glow. And the next, my originality is embraced as I become verbose with words and logically impaired.

I'm not really told anything other than what I already know; to keep going. There's no choice nor turning back...this isn't some fairy tale but there will be a happily ever after. I don't know what it'll be, but I'm in no rush to find out.