When I'm with you I'm an addict. Please relieve me. I'm genuinely falling apart. I'm just going to vent because this is my blog and I can. So I was abducted as an infant and I grew up in a sorta protection because my biological family got involved with the cartel and the United States government is fucking weird. My whole life has been John Wick but if John was a politician. And he was forced to do all that shit. When I break it down to a Hollywood movie pitch it's a fascinating plot line. When you break it down to real life, its a pure tragedy. So what the fuck do I do with my story? My biological father thinks I should write a book but honestly that's just... it doesn't feel like me. So instead I made a strange blog that tickles my hobbies. Does anyone else hate when people ask you what your hobbies are? Like don't worry I have plenty I just don't think you want to know what they actually are. Because I can hear the fucking judgment already and I can feel the straitjacket. Is it really so bad to have found your purpose and be so passionate about it? Because when you break it down, that's all it is. Change, change, change.... that's all people want to do with me and I feel like I am great just the way I am. How about "upgrade?"