I live life as an open book. I speak to much. I mumble. I am not good at sports. I have learning disabilities. I create problems that were never there. I can never walk in a straight line. My smile is off. My hair has turned into short crazy curly mess. I have so much knowledge in my head that never gets out because I’m afraid I am wrong. Every sound I make turns into a joke. I cry too much. I’ve been broken hearted before. So focused on everyone who has hurt me that when someone who truly loves me is presented I am blind. Crippled by the fear that I won’t be able to live on my own. The thought of a flower or fire works on sprinkles going off excites me. When someone has a problem I want to help and fix it but I have a trouble fixing my own. The smell of chocolate brings me joy. I have a horrible accent but I think I was secrets born from London. I have scars inside and out. When I growmature I want to save children with cancer people thinks it’s a small job being a nurse but I would be honored to help better someone’s life. I love to Hearing someone tell me they love me always makes me curious. How can someone love me when they really don’t know the true me ? They know some person they perceived from judgment. They don’t know me. Those who know me know besides the fact I have so many flaws I never give up. I am not perfect no where close but every time I fall down I will get right back up. Loyalty and perseverance will forever be engraved in my heart.
I have never felt so betrayed before in my life. you give yourself to someone for a year and you feel this person loved you but no you are just like the other girls in his life. After all this time spent with this person you thought he wouldn’t do it to you. Having your friend send you pictures of him snap chatting other whores breaks your heart and you don’t know what to do or what’s next. I’ve never felt this kind of hurt before. I’ve been doing good these last couple days happy smiling meeting new people but this is just a set back I didn’t see coming and now all i can do is cry. Where do I go now