My story
I’m growing up in San Diego, in suburbia. It’s horrible. I don’t find scars ‘beautiful’ but I do have quite a few of them. I don’t dig labels or spirituality but I’m into philosophy. I’ve never seen an ugly person, weird I guess. I just find humanity beautiful. I sound kind of like a weirdo but yeah, I guess I kind of am and I really try not to be but this is a run on sentance and yeah. ._.
