By the way, I know a lot of people I know offline follow me here; none of my personal posts are meant as passive aggressive jabs, this blog was my place to vent, and will continue to be that.
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
Anaïs Nin (via feellng)