I grew up in the midwest. Through my wanderings (and eventually being kidnapped by my friends) I ended up in here in Colorado. I have been hurt many times in the past. Beaten, bleeding and broken. But on occasion, I have been happy. Usually this happens shortly before I get hurt. Oh well, It happens. Pick yourself up and keep moving.
I try to live my life by doing the right thing. It doesn't always work. Hell, it usually does not work. But it is important to believe that I am trying. I know that I have made mistakes. Pretty much everytime. But one thing to live by. No Regrets.
And if you have not noticed, my spelling sux.
