EPTI fall into sheer confusion, every time I try to look back and give a word to my life. I don't know what to call it, neither can you. As long as we breathe, we live, and we live, till we breathe. This is life, I guess it’s just the way it is, the way it was meant to be.
I ask myself this all the time. Not quite come up with an answer that I’m satisfied with yet.
Life is good.
Rarely have I ever felt this way.
I base life on success... If I am successful in having a new vehicle, nice paycheck, loving wife, and kids... All things I use to have... Now I feel like a rat because I stay locked up in my bedroom… I live on the scraps of food I can put together… Life sucks!
Life is what you make of it. I have ME. Rarely have the energy to do anything and work four days a week. But I have beautiful people in my life and I love my photography and the eternal search for Edward Cullen. Worth it to me.
