"think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy." - anne frank
even if i long time ago started to hate the city that brought me up, the city i've lived in all my life, i have to admit it's started to grow on me on all my long walks. it's actually quite beautiful and not everything is shitty about it. it actually is quite beautiful sometimes.
but i still would never call it mine. it isn't mine.
mine is still out there somewhere yet to be found.