Whether I may write a paragraph or a 5 word sentence, I cannot tell you of the essence that is me. I cannot make you understand why the sound of tapping fingers soothe me, or why the 64 flavors of ice cream at baskin robins makes me nostalgic. I could not explain to you why I like to see the world spin, or the infinite feeling of rowing. Who I am is shut into a tiny capsule with the screws a bit rusted and loose. I’ll tell you one thing though, I like to write. A lot. My words express my insanity tied in with my many eccentricities. so read careful, judge not, and feel free to ask. My name is Hope, nice to meet you. (:
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After the Storm





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