2011.

In life, we meet people who make everything seem senseless and foreign. They introduce bits and fragments of what their proclamation of the "world" is, a different view with every changing person.

I picture feeling this foreign, with just a few of the people i meet on a strange night. Where there are billions of people, just as different around me. Each one waiting to have their stories told.

But yet,

There're always people, who make me feel like things are real -they define my version of real, just like they put the meaning into other words like, home; love; world; and so much more.

This has been one hell of a year, adversity, pain, and enthrallment all the same.

I've learned;
to care alot less about different things(or at least try), because of how sensitive they have become and how much they hurt.

How many different stories can be told in so many different ways.

That simple inspiration arrives from merely anywhere, that the people around you -if you look a little deeper, you'll be inspired/disgusted (haha)

That, people change.
-But, i miraculously(foolishly?) still somehow have faith.

People you love, may not love you back/have different ways of loving you.

How scary it is, to be that disappointed in a person and to have the very core of your able bodied mind be told that so much was a lie, and everything meant nothing.

2011, was a year of adversity and a year of learning.

Happy new year, i love you guys.