Roots.

All I wanted in life was a pony. I got a horse. 

All I wanted from life was a piece of pie. I got an entire bakery.

All I want from you, is everything. I know not of why or how it became; I'm sorry.

I find it funny to once think my parents, mainly my father to be perfect.

I thought he could do no wrong.

He could fix anything and everything.

He still can, but he's not perfect, he's a human being.

He hasn't changed, I've just grown up.

I've grown to see imperfections.

God, how horrible.

How horrible it is to be a human.

Oh, woah-is-me.

I know, I know.

2012 is going to be great!

I vow to blog everyday!

Hope you're ready for some randomness,

-Ashley Nichole