I’m gonna make it though this find. I’m going to turn out stronger and I’m going to be happy with someone who loves me (if I chose so) either way My life is not defined by what happened to me. You can call me a “victim” you can say horrible things happened to me you can say it was unfair and essentially I am all of those things or they are in sense some truth. That doesn’t mean this is where my story ends, this just means this is my story right now.
I’m going to be an old woman with children. I’m going to chase after all of my dreams. I’m going to live life no matter what is in my past. Because even when I first started to relealize what happened to me and how much it affected me I realized that It’s gonna suck. I’m gonna hurt. I’m gonna cry. But. I’m going to be okay in the end. I’m going to remember who I am and what makes me happy.
PS The kid I was going to ask to the comedian didn’t show up all week for class.