There are times when I write my stories and I desperately hoped I lived the lives my characters are living.... most of all I j
ust wish for once i can meet a man who loves me and will never cheat on me....I'm starting to think that maybe shit happens to people who least expects it...*sigh* why couldn't I live happily in denial where I exist in a bubble where I believe no harm can ever befall me? Instead i was brought to the harsh reality that is my life.... the cold hard truth about myself which I wished I could change. Maybe it's my imagination.... maybe the worst has not happened.... maybe i can continue living the proverbial life of a slightly mental girl who just occasionally can be cute.*laughs cynically*Right.... as if I can revert back to my 14 year old bubbly self!! Too many things have happened, I have changed too much to become the person I've always wanted to be.... Confident, physically and emotionally beautiful and most of all happy and content with the life I have. Instead I live in a reality where I constantly hope to live someone else's life....I guess it is only normal to dream you are someone you aren't.
P.S. forgive my ranting....*coughs*hormones*coughs*
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