i'm a fucking catch. maybe. maybe not. maybe i'm a hands full basket case. but, i think i'm a fucking catch. i think, now... it's time i be proud of me rather than waiting for everyone else to fucking care to walk beside me. i'm too old to just be figuring this out... but hey, never thought i'd live this long anyway. everyday i'm thankful i can walk, talk and have food in my stomach and hair on my head. if someone else doesn't see the glow in me... in the words of my mom "fuck 'em." it's time i saw it. it's more important for me to see it anyway. i'm sick of all this wasted fear in me. i'm sick of waiting for something to happen to me.

i'm fucking sick of all my fucking excuses.

how many times can i say "fucking" in one post?

maybe someday, when i believe, others will believe it too. i'm kind, caring, considerate, intelligent, funny, and just. believe it, [insert my name here], and they will too.