I'm not an object, I'm not your toy to play with. So don't try it with me. I am a person, I have feelings. And I have a paper heart that bleeds.
To quote my friend Debby, "Who am I? That's really a hard question when you start thinking about it."
I am a child, a sister, a cousin. I'm highly opinated, and usually don't give a damn what people think, which tends to get me in trouble. I am a dreamer, I wear my heart on my sleeve and I am a believer. Too often than not, I am let down by my faith in others. I am that girl who will laugh out loud with tears rolling down her face and dance in the rain for no reason at all. Or chase my dog down the street in the pouring rain while the MP's stare at me like I'm nuts. Which I am, but no more than anyone else, and no more than I need to be. I am a hopeless romantic. I like a man who can sweep me off my feet, but it takes thought for me. None of that traditional stuff, it doesn't work for me. I tend to think it's corny. But I do like romantic gestures. Just good luck getting me to admit to it. I may not have done the best with my life, but I have done what's best for me. I am a survivor, yes literally. And I am proud of that. This world isn't big enough to beat me down. I am a gyspy soul, but I'm still trying to find my roots. I was never allowed much of an opportunity to be a child, but I have never grown up either. I contradict myself a lot, at least I seem to. But I'm not that difficult to understand, you just have to take the time to care to and to try.
