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After 3 years, I went from a social platform butterfly back into my cocoon. When I emerged, I had no idea where to go. How much has really changed? How hard can it be to release beautiful pictures I took over the years? Do I really care what random people across the internet think? The answers were more technical than I thought but the best part about re-integrating this process into my life is that I had plenty of experience looking at the world around me and knowing what I did and didn't want to show. After all, I knew I was different than a lot of my friends. I did not sleep, I ddi not rest, my mind was always digging for something and it still is to this very second. I know there are people out there that are just like me, and part of my mission is to find them. Broken souls weathered by trauma and fueled by escape of the mundane, plagued by compulsiveness to control the world around us, but over stimulated by the interactions that precede by the day. This is my journey on managing my ability to leave my existential crisis behind and create a paradoxical paradise, where I can still live my life like every second matters but enjoy it too.

I've been hiding in this hole for too long and I need to get out before they burry me softly in this tomb.... in bloom. I could never tell my story in just one post as it continues to flourish each day as I learn more about myself, the people around me, and the systematic flow of the world that has shaped around me since I was a young blood. I question more than I know, especially since the knowledge rating on those topics recedes from the back to the front, like the meaning a book of memories holds. There was never a point where I gave up on loving life, at least not whole heartily. My future is my focus and no matter how many crooked people and cracked steps I run to, I will run through. I want to share the sunshine that I've created and how to make your own. Happiness prevails when people look into their hearts, I spent too much time looking out of windows, doors, and cracks in this den. I will not say who I am or what I stand for, that is for you to decide and for me not to give an F. I am TPOT.