Too brave to need a hero
Too efficient to want
Too great to be a loser
Too foreign to belong
Too in to be dependent
Yet too reliant to be strong
Too noticed to be secret
Too quiet to be heard
Too fetching to retrieve
Too faithful to be frightened
I’m 25 years old, with the cutest little girl and most patient guy on the planet. FORTUNATELY, I need to change the name of this blog because there are 3 of us now. I spent awhile guarding my heart, but found a guy who is perfect for me (and for Abby).
I have no hobbies (as you will find out in this blog, because, well, I’m a bit disturbed about being hobby-less), but enjoy non-intellectual books, helping people, sports, and playing in the park.
I haven’t decided the exact purpose of this blog. Randomness may be the only word for it. It’s my personal venue to rant, rave, and post pictures of my little African princess. I may offend you, but that means that either you offend too easily or that you don’t understand me.
I pride myself on an open-mind and honesty. But I also ignore things that I want to, but am unable to change.
“Look at me, you may think you see who I really am, but you’ll never know me. Everyday it’s as if I play a part. Now I see, if I wear a mask I can fool the world, but I cannot fool my heart.”
-– Mulan
As you may have noticed, I often use other people’s words to convey my true feelings. I’m working on this. I really am.
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