My 18 years
My 18 Years
The crazy, mixed up, beautifully tragic, wonderfully delicious life the first 18 years.
Beautiful baby, loving parents, perfect house, ideal family. *sigh*
Yeah, right.
I started my life fighting for it. I have always been a fighter; my mother had an emergency C-section. My umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck, I was unable to breathe.
My mother was always with me. She attached herself to me. She always wanted to be a mom, and she does a great job at it. She wanted to settle down where my father did not.
My mother took me, and left him.
Yadda, yadda, yadda And on it goes.
Ever been misunderstood, misused, or mislead? Ever knock on the sky and had it fall on your head?
Life is a beautiful ride. Never been an ordinary princess. Used to be that I was sad and depressed, far worse than what is normal. Then again, I have never fit the mold. Oh, look what life has in store for us! Life is funny, life is a mess, sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose. Realized that life is worth living, fell in love (I still am), made friends that I will always have, and realized that this is just the first 18 years. I still have so many more years left. Years that will be full of joy, happiness, love, charm, whit, sadness, desires, and many more great memories.
I cant un-love you, remember when time stood still? Staring into your eyes, find yourself in mine. Never be alone, youre a shining star in my life. And if ever you forget how important you are to me, call me, I will tell you how much I love you.
Yet, You loved me first.
I have made it through so many things, and still have come out on the winning end. Been through so many things, but yet not nearly enough. So many people have helped me, I want to say thank you. There was a time when I didnt think I would make it this far, and some other people probably thought the same thing. Remember the good times; you said you would never leave me. And, even if you do (or if you already have), I will still be right here waiting. My outward appearance will change, but my heart never will.
So welcome to me, and my crazy, mixed up, random, zaney, creative, loving, caring, loyal, happy, beautiful self.
Welcome, to my first 18 years.
The crazy, mixed up, beautifully tragic, wonderfully delicious life the first 18 years.
Beautiful baby, loving parents, perfect house, ideal family. *sigh*
Yeah, right.
I started my life fighting for it. I have always been a fighter; my mother had an emergency C-section. My umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck, I was unable to breathe.
My mother was always with me. She attached herself to me. She always wanted to be a mom, and she does a great job at it. She wanted to settle down where my father did not.
My mother took me, and left him.
Yadda, yadda, yadda And on it goes.
Ever been misunderstood, misused, or mislead? Ever knock on the sky and had it fall on your head?
Life is a beautiful ride. Never been an ordinary princess. Used to be that I was sad and depressed, far worse than what is normal. Then again, I have never fit the mold. Oh, look what life has in store for us! Life is funny, life is a mess, sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose. Realized that life is worth living, fell in love (I still am), made friends that I will always have, and realized that this is just the first 18 years. I still have so many more years left. Years that will be full of joy, happiness, love, charm, whit, sadness, desires, and many more great memories.
I cant un-love you, remember when time stood still? Staring into your eyes, find yourself in mine. Never be alone, youre a shining star in my life. And if ever you forget how important you are to me, call me, I will tell you how much I love you.
Yet, You loved me first.
I have made it through so many things, and still have come out on the winning end. Been through so many things, but yet not nearly enough. So many people have helped me, I want to say thank you. There was a time when I didnt think I would make it this far, and some other people probably thought the same thing. Remember the good times; you said you would never leave me. And, even if you do (or if you already have), I will still be right here waiting. My outward appearance will change, but my heart never will.
So welcome to me, and my crazy, mixed up, random, zaney, creative, loving, caring, loyal, happy, beautiful self.
Welcome, to my first 18 years.