tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55801748783636322532011-11-20T07:42:16.657-08:00catastrophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16243825066164842130noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580174878363632253.post-38899500159156684792011-09-24T06:55:00.000-07:002011-09-24T06:55:37.844-07:00There are so many things i want to write, so many things i want to say, but as it seems, as soon as i have the chance, i have nothing to say. I wouldn't say im very different from any other teenage girl, are any of them different? They all want to live in New york, they all want to be&nbsp;Audrey Hepburn, they all want&nbsp;the same things, trying to be unique is harder than it looks these days.&nbsp;However, what i would say, is that I want to leave my mark here, who doesn't? Who wants to leave here and not be remembered, after all, we are just a tiny blip of existence on this earth, you may aswell change something whilst you are here.&nbsp;I want to save sharks, animals from extinction, children from abuse, famine/poverty, but I cant, I cant save everything. Also, i want to be a fashion designer, I live for clothes, for vogue, for fashion. I want to be unexpected,&nbsp;I want to make a change. Oh, and I dont like labels<br /><br />"The expected is what keeps us steady. It's the unexpected that changes our lives forever."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580174878363632253-3889950015915668479?l=walkingcatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>catastrophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16243825066164842130noreply@blogger.com0