I'm 17 years old and a senior in high school. I have plans to go to college and become a child psychologist.
I find the inner workings of the mind to be beautiful, and with every dark deed done to a person the more beautiful it becomes, and the more attention is needed.
I see children as clay, just waiting to be sculpted by the many artists he or she comes by in their early life until finally the masterpiece is done, all is left is refining with old age, the chizel and hammer no longer needed...just life.
"It's not over..."
