You are an island in an ocean of diarrhea.

After All - Jonathan Clay

It was no accident
Maybe heaven sent
Everything worked out just like he planned

Its not my place
To mess with faith
You cant control what isn't in your hands

And after all I don't regret a thing
I want to thank you
For showing me this life

And after all I don't regret a thing
Cuz I know you
And I know you'll, I know you'll be alright

Holding hands
We were making plans
Forever didn't seem so far away

It's hard to think
It was you and me
Tangled up together in that frame

And after all I don't regret a thing
I want to thank you
For showing me this life

Desert Rose

I'm in the middle of writing my autobiography. The idea is to choose three major events in your life that has dictated who you are. So far my three is as follows:

1. My relationship with WQ.
2. Moving from Boston to LA.
3. ???

I am not my hair.
I am not my skin.
I am not your expectations.
I am the soul that lives within.