All photos taken at Great Salt Lake Marina.
"There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors."
"Even if all your life is fighting and struggle, it can still have meaning."
Here I am in this same old cycle again. But I heard it described in a more hopeful way recently; it's not a circle, more of an outgoing spiral. Slowly revolving around my past and inching away from it slowly, in a way that doesn't seem like I'm making any progress.
And to be perfectly frank, I still don't care. I'm still tired, I still feel like it would be best if I weren't around. Some very fantastic people have come forward to say that they disagree, and I believe them when they say that it would hurt them if I left. So I'm still here, thanks to them, and I'm still here because of them.
“It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.”