Looking back on the past few years... there have been lots of changes of course... ^^
I was an extremely reserved introvert... few friends and I was so focused on my studies. Secretly though I longed for adventure! Then I moved to the north for Uni, and instead of befriending fellow classmates I met street kids and local hooligans. I dropped out of school and stayed with the homeless kids. I miss my skunk hair and the punk rock, especially the Germs, my high tops, graffiti, and crazy outfits. People on the bus and streets asked for pictures with us sometimes. We would panhandle for beer money, and there was nothing more refreshing than a sidewalk slam! I met my first love on the streets, the cutest delinquent and a self proclaimed street kid extraordinaire. I still have a soft spot for Coco. There were always pit bulls around, though the biggest guy who we called Sasquatch was the one who had a little Pomeranian. We stole things (once I stole a saxophone), ran away from cops and hid under bridges, climbed buildings and hopped fences, and passed out at night like there was no tomorrow!
Those were the fun, good times, the adventuring times. There was a dark side to it too, though, and I saw many things, many evils. I never really grasped the concept of evil existing in the world until I saw it with my own eyes. The drug world is a dark place. People change, and you begin to wonder... I became addicted to heroin and it all went in a downward spiral. It is like every good thing in you is being sucked into a blackhole so that you're left with an emptiness in your chest you can't fill up again. In the end I couldn't even hit because all my veins had collapsed...
But I'm the kind of person who does things just for the sake of the plot. I saw my life story wasn't going anywhere with addiction so I entered a rehab in the City of Angels. Imagine being stuck in a small building with the same 25 people seven days a week, all day and all night. I was there for almost 2 years. You get to know them pretty well... very well. I kept to myself most of the time. Most of them were still using and I was determined to stay clean. Some people didn't like me. I got into a scuffle once. I jumped the fence and boned out a couple times.
I fell in love at the rehab with "Peony" (for anonymity's sake), someone who had traveled the world and already knew its ways. When I first entered the rehab, Peony was messing around with another resident who was already married. But I came along and Peony left that person for me. We had a relationship, not a normal one, not a stable one. We fought a lot. I did love Peony very much though.
We became expectant parents and wanted to leave the rehab and get married. Everyone was against it, all the elders told us it was unwise and that we wouldn't last. They were speaking through experience, but we were stubborn and acted on our hearts. I got us an apartment in Hollywood (you could see the sign out the window) and we got married...
Baby Juliet was born. It was love at first sight and I became a different person the day she was born. Unfortunately Peony and I didn't work out. Peony moved to the east coast and I stayed in California with Juliet. That was about seven months ago... And today she is eight months old! She makes ma, ba, na, da, and ka sounds and is trying to stand on her own. She's a good girl, and she is getting cuter everyday. She is my whole world and there really is no greater love than this!
And that is what happened in the past five years... ^^