i want to make every minute count. it doesn't matter what happened before, i care about now. i want to make every minute of my life mean something, i see the world in a way that's indescribable. i might be a lot of things, but i can't tell you, because in my opinion, you have to figure me out yourself.
the next page arrow is hard to find it's at the right. :)
All I’d ever wanted was to forget. But even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below. Because that is what happens when you try to run from the past. It doesn’t just catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future, the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which leads through it, the only one that can ever get you home.