As i sat here, having reached my lowest point of tolerance, i decided to start blogging.. i dont know maybe itll help me figure out how to survive this senior year of hell. Lowest point of tolerance is not having a salon appointmenet canceled on the most important day, although is tragic, and it most certainly is not failing a pop quiz or a fight with a friend. Its having the love of your life travel forever in two months and think youre pregnant and have finals and have bad blood with your parents concerning university and being a shame to them apparently and getting dumped (reminding you i might be pregnant from this guy) only to call him to win him back.... but a flat on bitch answers and calls him baby right there for you to witness.
Being pregnant alone is a dagger in the stomach... do i have to elaborate further? My boyfriend isnt a bad guy, he just never knows what he wants. i wasnt always this lost.. there was a time when i knew who i was, i knew where id be. But now? I mean a drug taking, drunk, bad girl could descibe me if you hadnt known me from down within.. I was one in a million.. a poet and a life changer... who am i now? I hope i find out through this and through all my readers.
x Kisses. LG x
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