A series of tangents that somehow are cohesive to me.

scribblings of my mind

This is my story. I had no plan except to tackle the white sheet before me with my name, big and bold scrawled onto the paper. I had no direction. The first word I wrote is the word Adopted. It is an important word in my life because there are so many attached feelings, emotions, and memories that cling to that word. It has shaped me through experience. I could have written more. I could have finished the whole map in an hour. I stopped myself recognizing that the me that I am in this moment is not every me. It is only a snapshot of me. I must withdraw and regroup and confront my story another day with a new perspective, a new mood, and new personality. I present to you the scribblings of my mind. Do not be harsh in your perception of my story and realize I do not regret my ramblings, but I am hesitant of them.