There’s not much to say about me, I’m not one to ramble on about my petty, bleak , life and the reality that surrounds us.
I do count myself
as an optimist (in a morbidly approach), and I cherish the good things in life
(my little box of joy…).
What do I do with
myself?
Study.
You might gather
how much I enjoy self torment and self pity, I hate studying, yet, I can’t stop
– intervention anyone?
So now I’m in the
midst of my MS and I do believe it’ll end soon enough…
Some pictures:
