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Some things about me |
She thinks I'm a virgin. Heck I'm definitely not. Three is my number, I wonder what's hers. I'm sure it’s only one because she is quite a "angel" I mean that in a good way I swear. They see intelligence and wittiness. They think I'm smart but really I'm not. I guess it's a compliment but it's also just pressure. Talents for me are a foreign concept. I have what seems to be None. They think I am beautiful but all I see are big pores and boring brown eyes. Some would say I was blessed with the best but I think they're a curse. I want to model. After I lose twenty? And no, I don't actually need to. Oh, what has this world done to me? What have I done to myself? I don't know what I want other than a beach house in a New England town and a husband that I can fall in love with all over again each and every day. Some fairytale? ((I know.)) Oh and I would love a light up sash for my twenty first birthday. Please. This is my life- what's going on. One day I want to be a photographer and the next I want to be working for the DEA. My mind. Is like a million pieces of shattered glass at this stage. ...is that okay? |