Every year, things start to happen. September rolls in, and so does the stress. By the time October hits, I'm exhausted. In the past, I felt defeated until the winter came to an end.
Every year, things start to happen. September rolls in, and so does the stress. By the time October hits, I'm exhausted. In the past, I felt defeated until the winter came to an end.
Reflections from the Threshold of Reason and Feeling
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
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Quiet the Chaos, Honor Your Story
My experiences in regards to travel and everything in between.
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