On January 27th, 1993 I fell from the tree of birth; I swear I hit ever creative branch on my way down.
I hung onto the branch of music for awhile until my fingers got splinters and I was forced to drop.
I hit the branches of comedy, art and literature. Also hitting the branches of success, ambition, determination, insanity, independence, and rebellion.
Then after hitting a billion branches I fell into a pile of leaves.
When I tried to stand and walk I tumbled, rolled down the hill, flew in the air, spun by the forceful wind and landed at home in my mothers arms.
And she said.....
"Hello my precious baby, Mary"
20/ Creative/ Funny/ Inevitable To Be Famous/ Filmmaker/ Photographer/ Baker/ Cook/ "Shopaholic"/ Disney Kid/ 90's Kid/ Nerd/ Singer/ Writer/ Rapper
The sad moment when you realize how alone you actually are. No one ever messages you first or texts you first or anything. So it gets to the point where you don’t want to put in the effort with people who don’t put in any effort for you, so you end up spending your life at home, never going anywhere.