my life normally revolves around making everyone else happy, no matter how it affects me or if it hurts me in the end. But I just can't stand to see people unhappy or upset so I put them first. I clean, all the time. It calms me down somehow, I think mainly because it's something I can control, I know I can make a room spotless all by myself and I can keep it that way. I don't like change, I don't think outside the box. It all scares me, but i've made about a million changes to my whole life this year and I really do feel like a new person because of them. Some good and some bad, but either way they define who I am and i'm glad they happened. I believe everything happens for a reason, good or bad, love, heartbreak, deaths, accidents, meeting someone knew. There's a reason these encounters happen, sometimes it'll take weeks to figure out way but there is. My tumblr (like everyone else) is how I feel, and probably what the inside of my brain looks like. It's the place where i'm the most honest with myself.
