Somewhere along the line we lost our horizon.

3 years, and I am still here completely overwhelmed by this beautiful song.
I have an unhealthy fixation with nostalgia.

Youth is easily deceived, because it is quick to hope.

I am a hopeful girl.

I have discovered this, after years and years of loss and pain, disappointments and failures. Somehow at the lowest moments I tend to whisper to myself, "It's okay. I must count my blessings. There are people in the world who would give an arm for the kind of life I am leading, things will work out."

That little voice in me isn't dead. I can only pray for it to became stronger as I go along.