I wish there was something about me that was addictive. Something that made me hard to forget or hard to move on from. I hate it when people find it easy to dismiss me for someone else in days. It really takes no effort at all to push me out of the picture when I’m just a side factor.
What I do when I’m waiting for my mom to get out of surgery and the people in the waiting room freak me out so I sit in my car …
22 Years ago today, this man’s life perished.
I never met him, I never knew him, but this man has completely changed the way I look at the world, and I thank him every day for that.
Inadvertently, he taught me how to look past societies unkind growth, and focus on real beauty of this world.
Thank you Mr. Chris McCandless for changing my life for the better.
Rest in paradise Supertramp.
February 12, 1968 - August 18, 1992
My life when I stay at home and do nothing