Damaged GoodsYup. Thats me. I'm all kinds of ****** up.
Don't believe me? I have lived through almost 15 deaths of family and friends. I am only 33. I was blamed for my dad's death by his own mom, my grandmother. I lived wtih an alcoholic mother after his death...that pretty. =/
I have been molested. I have been raped. I have been stalked. I've been attacked. I've been in abusive relationships. I have been used for sex. In fact....that seems to be the ONLY thing people see in me. And that's just some of it.
I'm not just broken. You can't put all the pieces of me back together again. I'm damaged. Damaged goods. I know it though. So .....
Whatcha gonna do? Just take it a day at a time. I'll have my good days and my bad. That's life. I don't always handle it well. I don't always think things through like I should. My logic and thinking can be severally screwed up sometimes. It is what it is. Take me or leave me. Just don't **** with me.
ChristineJones 31-35, F 7 Responses 1 Oct 1, 2010