Intro to me, BUT
A female living in the city where your suppose to eat the apple and not the apple eat you, where your dreams and hopes are suppose to come true, where your suppose to know your every move, where dreaming fantasy anymore. But as New Yorker knows these are just hopes and false statements of those have yet to make it. I am one who writes when she is mad and eats when she is happy, I am one who rather see her friends happy then attend to herself, I know one must take care of oneself before taking care of others. I am the opposer, the one who argues to prove her point the one goes against every law of human morals and values.
Family many, friends plenty, me only. Big town girl with big town dreams, Dreams filled with lies, aspirations of others who have and others who haven’t.
Discovery is so hard one thing they dont tell you growing up is that at one point in life you will be so confused that you will rely, and even hide in shadows of those who you feel are making it but probably are as confused as you.
I pride myself in helping others, its a self gratification I recieve, which doesn’t sicken me but those around me.
Hair red as can be, eyes brown as coffee seeds, Lips might be cute as honey suckle, nose as big as an alabama buckle, skin as if toned by a carmel cube.
Confidence, I thought was there, but can’t find it anymore feel like its been hiding i send signals and yet to find it. I Miss you CONFIDENCE come back, Who am I do I belong I long you in spirit as much as in physical. Weight OOOooOOoo you have out done yourself this time you been pushing confidence away and it has yet to come back. Energy, wait I think your there I feel you, but not all the time come out and play because I know you much stronger than wieght.
