‘I’m not a mistake, I’m not a fake, It’s set in my DNA’ (;

‘I’m not a mistake, I’m not a fake, It’s set in my DNA’ (;

I’m so proud of my boyfriend!
I love you baby (:

I’m so proud of my boyfriend!

I love you baby (:

‘I’ll stay by your side and if you take my hand then there’s no dreams that we can’t see, There’s no thing that we can’t be’

the love of my life (:

the love of my life (:

Somebody told me once that pain is a game we all gotta play,
Then why am I in overtime and sudden death every other day ?

So …

1. Your boyfriend cheated on you, when he was drunk, when you were drunk, and now you’re back together.
2. Your boyfriend fights with you every day, you were crying this morning in the parking lot and never came into school. Your boyfriend treats you like shit, yet you say you’re madly in love with him.
3. Your boyfriend spits on you. He degrades you as a woman and you’ve totally lost your independence.

Now, please explain to me why you all have to talk about my relationship. Maybe there is no such thing as ‘perfect’ but being with Steve for the last YEAR AND A HALF has shown me what perfect is or what it has potential to be. He loves me for me and I love him for him. He would NEVER raise his voice, hit me, spit on me, or anything like that. I might drive him absolutely insane and make him want to rip his hair out, but I truly and deeply love him. You girls need help. You don’t have to deal with that! You all need to realize that there is 7 billion other people in this world and someone, somewhere out there, there is someone who will love you for you. They’ll treat you like the princess’ you are deep inside. Stop dealing with this disgusting cruelty. Find some courage and move on. Also, STOP TALKING SHIT ABOUT MY RELATIONSHIP WHEN YOURS IS NOTHING COMPARED TO MINE. I just honestly think you’re jealous because you will NEVER have what I have with Steve.. The end.

I need a break, A clean slate .. The start of something new

I dare you to let me your one and only.
I promise I’m worthy to hold in your arms.

I felt stuck in the bottom of a wishing well. I was desperate to shout what I wanted, but I didn’t know what that was. I knew only what it wasn’t.