Out of the crucible, I crawled: Raw, brittle; glowing. I was intended to be a masterpiece. But before I was even finished, life was breathed into me, and I awoke into searing reality.
Since then, I have been piecing myself together from spare parts around me. I may not be perfect, but I am self-aware. A T-Girl gone rogue, I am a Self-Made Woman.*
My wordpress is my journal, and it follows my journey along a constant stream, this train of thought, and my evolution as a person. Just where or how far this train will take me, I haven’t the foggiest idea. But the facilities are accommodating, and the ticket’s free. Won’t you steal aboard and keep me company?
*some assembly required.