I'm not sure why, but writing about oneself is very hard. We're with ourselves 100% of the time were breathing, so we should know ourselves inside & out, but unfortunately not.
I'm going through a very strange point in my life right now. Nothing is really consistent with me except for the fact that I am and ALWAYS will be a vegan.
On from that, my life isn't real, at all? I always find myself in some kind of interesting situation weather it be good or bad. Some of the best fun I have ever had is had with strangers that I just met, and I love meeting new people and gathering their way of life and reflecting upon it and applying it to make me better. Everyone is so unique and different. I'm not sure what side of any fence I stand on with way too many things.
I have been through hell and back, then made the trip two more time when it comes to relationships. But each time I came out on top & a better person because of it. And I give hella good dating advice! ...not that you'd need it if you're reading this... yeah
I will make you laugh, weather it be me telling you something about my life, or just talking to you. I get random odd thoughts that my friends seem to find funny.
I'd go to hell and back for just about anyone that I know. Even knowing the favor would never have a chance to be returned if I were ever so desperate to need assistance in a matter.
I live life one day at a time. Seeing where the tides bring me next. Getting lost in a town on foot is always fun and my faith in humanity is very slightly restored because of it & the kindness that still somehow remains in the hearts of my fellow man.
Someone once said they saw a spark of compassion in my eyes. It may be dim, but it's still there.
There's way more & I need to be up early for work... Shit.