I grew up in a two bedroom house in a place where time stood still. Ever since I was a kid my biggest aspiration was to become a dreamer. I am. My life has not been without its trials and tribulations but I persevere. These days I sit in my solitary prison and wonder at this big…crazy world.
I've never been great at describing myself. I have my quiet and reflective days just enjoying a good book, wild, spontaneous days when I'll hop on a motorcycle at a moment's notice and head off to the furthest reservoir to think, sunny afternoons when you can find me out playing football with the boys or chasing after some fanciful dream. See? I'm not average at all. I don't consider myself "girly," though I can dress up as well as I dress down.
The way I look at it is like this. "I don't really fit in, for the simple fact that I was born to stand out." I may not be famous but I have friends who would give their life for me and I for them, and I am not rich but people have given me the shirts off their backs before. I treat others like I want to be treated. It is the human way, at least it should be