Working 9-5 and having a “career”.

A system I must obliged too but wish not to follow.

I just want to travel.

One day I’ll have a photo on National Geographic.

Can’t sleep.

Not looking forward to work.

Gotta love “the system”

I’ve see peoples dreams dies.

The bank says “Denied”

There are times I feel like killing you.

There are times you annoy me to death.

There are times you get me aggravated/irritated and manipulated.

There are times where we don’t talk for months.

There are times where we spend hours on end talking.

There are times where I’m grateful to have you around.

There are times where I wished I never met you in grade 3.

You’re a big part of my life and I hope you never leave.

Love you all the time.

My best friend — B.  

They say opportunities can come at anytime. I feel like I’ve been missing out on mine. Or am I just oblivious at whats in front of me? 

Not sure what it is but I hope my opportunity comes “knocking on my door” and I’m ready for it. 

“A person who flies with rage will have a bad landing” - Random Rasta in my office.

I’m not good with words and I don’t think I will be any time soon so for now all I have are my actions.  

Tumblr > Instagram.

But I still need both.