I am having these moments where I feel like I am an amazon again. Strength. Thank you, Meg. I love you.

"And they wondered why she was still alive at all..."

no one ever gave you permission, not even me, especially not me, to belittle me, to condemn me, to make me feel small, to treat me harshly, to make me cry, to steal my light, to take my sanity, to confuse me, to ruin me. So I won't let you.

buyer beware: this heart is scared and fragile.

I am a babe, a hottie, a gorgeous goddess, a curvaceous woman, a real catch, a better half, a good girl, a cute chick, a sensual lover, a wild girl, a total 10, a girl of your dreams, an innocent virgin, a girl next door, a naughty nympho, a beautiful bride...
I refuse to be defined. :)

I refuse to be something that I am not.

How can I be nothing to someone? Why is it always on his terms? Who cares what I want?

Walking around with tears welling up in my eyes. Is this any way to live?

Just when you think someone is a friend, that they respect you, and love you...i don't know, i'm probably wrong. nevermind.