Life began in junior college. Different people, different stuffs. It still is, in senior college. Being 18 did mean freedom, but also a great responsibility. Something, that's really weird, but enjoyable. A freedom that the world sees, isn't a freedom you often see. It's more like the elephant's mouth parts. The tusks for the display, while the main teeth are hidden within. It meant something good. Something bad, too. So, what's with writing? Even though I'm still in my dream world of inventing an all-in-one med for scleroderma patients, I'm still writing. But, it has improved to an extent, that I couldn't believe myself either! New people judging your work. Helping you improve. And vice versa. It's really awesome! Shit just turned real! Real deal!
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I. Me. &... Myself.
RandomThe best thing that can happen to you? Love? Family? Then? Yourself. Discovering what you can really be. What you're truly made for. And having unexpected people to stand behind your backs, without getting back-stabbed. This is my personal journey...
