My standards are high, my mind is dirty, my morals are firm, my personality is flirty, my heart is big, my ego is small. Women glow differently when they are treated right and loved properly.
Im a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. Im lazy, yet Im ambitious. I dont like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I dont care, but I really do. I crave
attention, but reject it when it comes my way. Im a conflicted contradiction. If I cant figure myself out, theres no way anyone else has.
My heart was an open book with beautiful pages and detailed lettering. I wanted people to read my story in hopes that it would make them write their own. Instead, every person who came across the pages of my heart ripped out their favorite story and took it with them. They folded back pages and beat up the corners. They signed their name with sloppy writing and with a simple 'goodbye'. The book is now tucked away in the darkest parts of me. But I learned how to be strong woman so every name of them i make it as my source of determination. Thank you !