Just recently I have realized something.... There are, like, NO pictures of me.

I know that makes me sound a bit.... narcissus, but its true. For some reason, though I'm still not too fond of my appearance, I am not so camera shy. And going through a bunch of my old things (I'm still trying to find a place for everything in the new house) I realized that if you gathered every picture (even if I'm just in the background) you could only really fill two good picture albums. I also realized that 97.862595% of those were taken before I left elementary school.

A lot has happened, I have faced many of my fears, and inner demons and have let go of many things; and for me to look back and think of how... dead.. I've been for a good part of my life, how afraid I've been of new things, shy of being around people, how quiet I was, how I never stood for myself, and how I always tried to find a way to push myself back into a corner... that, I just have a hard time connecting to myself.

I am still quiet, only because I don't know what to say. I still haven't done much, only because no one has time to adventure anymore. I am still antisocial, only because no one will gather. I am still not in pictures, only because no one found any reason to remember the moment. But I am not always going to stay that way, only because I want to live.