Hi, I want to introduce myself before you start reading. I'm totally exploiting myself in this: my hopes, dreams, taste, history, sexuality, preferences and every damn secret.
My name is Jewel. I'm not giving away my real name, since some of my friends are on Wattpad. That didn't make sense & I don't care.
This story thing is going to be a roller coaster.
I'm not sure how to start so I'll just expose my self, plain & simple.
I want to have sex and act like I've had a lot of sex but I haven't and I hate my body. People say I'm "curvy" and "slim-thick" but I'm not.
Prepare yourself for self-pitting (as my mom always said)
I have so many disorders because my mom took such poor care of me and my siblings growing up. We all have issues and my entire childhood was a mirage. Child services agents were the only constant in our lives.
I don't want that for my future children, if I have any. I want children but I don't want another Mini me - or a mini Lynn (my mother, I'm not afraid to say her name). I'm petrified of being infertile or something happening when I have kids.
I'm currently living at my sisters house since my old house with my dad was a shit show. Thats a story for another chapter.
I'm so scared of fucking up my future. I want so much in my life and I want so little. One day I want to be a writer. The next an actress. Then a week later I want to be a housewife. Then I want to workout and become some kind of athlete.
Then sometimes, I want to be a groupie, hopping on the stars and then having their baby - but not telling them, I'm not that kind of person, I don't want to steal their money I want to steal their looks - then raising a beautiful child. I really hope I'm never going to be jealous of my children.
Enough about that, you'll learn more. Sorry in advance for how bad this will be.
My current instagram is @nostopholland (roleplay, yes I'm one of those people) m
XOXO gossip girl.... sorry I had to.
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