more and more truth’s to me the other night. I’ve always called myself a vagabond and I meant it, but now at age 21 do I truly understand the curse I hold in my brain. I’m constantly wanting to change environments, and I’ve never had a real set place where I go to feel at “home”. Which is now why I choose to use tumblr, I know no one & no one know’s me, they read my thought see my interests, and my darkest feelings. For some odd reason letting everyone know as a collective calms me down. It’s not the response to what i do, it’s the fact I did it and got it out there. I’m just a lost leader from a defeated past left to stroll this wasted country, and I decided that by new years I’m probably going to start voyaging whether I have the money or not. I do the same thing through out Michigan, why not take it to the next scale and find out what my life really means to me.