Look, I'm not the fuzzy, spill you guts over a cup of cocoa kinda girl. Well, not anymore at least. I'd like to think I used to be, but I'm not really sure who I used to be. I only know the girl who lives in the present. The past and the future, I mean sure they have thier depressions about them, but I've realized if you only focuse on the good, what is there to be scared of? I try to take the scary, the bad, the harmful out of life and live only with the kindness, compassion, and most of all love.
But I also live with a permanent reminder that my version of the world is non-existent. My reminder, you ask? My secret, the meaning behind my hatred? The reason behind naive behavior? I don't know how else to explain my situation, but... simply... complicated.
So if anyone out there wants to here my truth and my, erm, complicated situation... then you're in for a long story. One that isn't the most pleasent.
My life, let's say, started out as one big romantic comedy...
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