People say I'm weird, I say deal with it.
I want to be a lemming, but then again, I think I'm just like you.
I whine like a girl, I curse like a boy, and I have issues JUST like everyone else. So, this is my daily dose of B**S***.
People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about.
Reading through blogs I stumble upon a short story called Angel of The Night. Funny feeling when you feel you can connect with the story. Not because its and every day life scenario that you are facing. But yet because of how much you want to feel needed, and that makes you feel alive, even at the weirdest moment.
To the masses... I'm as common as the next, to the one that loves me to death- a misinterpret, misjudge & misunderstood person that keeps getting involved with the wrong people who keeps failing her- to the one that i can't forget. a WHORE that slept with the valet?!?. To most people .. A complicated INTOXICATED SELFISH being.. To a bunch of special people, annoying, STUBBORN, friggin B**TCH- to a small group who knows me as acquintances - ADVENTUROUS, WILD and funny... while to those who knows me.. confused and like to play pretend. Oh yeah, who looks slutty to cover her insecurities....
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