When did we start letting other people decide how happy we are? Like, for example, letting the opposite sex and their actions decide exactly how we view the rest of the world. Whether you are a pessimist or an optimist. Whether you are lonely, or just alone. Whether you are happy or sad. And that can't be right. Can it?
I mean, when did things get so complicated?
When I was a kid, I had everything planned out. I wasn't going to get bogged down with children or a husband, I was going to be a career woman with a one bedroom flat in the city, more money than I knew what to do with and one of those maps with pins in it that joyfully proclaimed how many places in the world I had visited.
Then hormones kicked in and ruined everything.
I've been broody since I was twelve. While I always swore I would never be the girl in movies and TV shows that can't speak and goes red in the face whenever her love interest passes by, I am just a little more than the epitome of that.
And now I hate men and am considering investing in a vibrator.
And for that I blame:
Dad,
Paddy,
Jade,
David,
Phil,
Nathan,
John,
maybe even Michael.
Sometimes.
I don't know what I want from this.
Maybe its a way of reminding myself to learn from past mistakes.
About Me
- Red
- So when I failed my exams at the end of my tumultuous first year at a prestigious university in London, I never expected it would result in me being ripped away from my life there and dumped right back into the cesspit that is small town Georgia USA, where my family moved when I was twelve and where I attended high school. And all of a sudden I have to deal with all the problems I left behind and hope that when I return to the UK in April to retake my exams, my life there will still be intact.
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