I have issues with my hair, my height and my gender but I try my best to stay optimistic. So when life gives me chocolates, I make brownies/chocolate cakes/chocolate shakes? Oh yes I love my pickles!

The person I love most will never be myself, simply because I believe in devoting my whole life to others.

This is me and proof of my attempts to (un)successfully translate thoughts and emotions into words stringed together to make somewhat coherent sentences. Occasionally edited, feet-on-the-ground, heart-on-my-sleeve, oh-so-real...me.

damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

Just trying to find my place back to that happy place I used to know when I was a little girl