My Short And Sweet Introduction.

My Short And Sweet Introduction.

My Short And Sweet Introduction.

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Well, I guess I should start off by saying hello dear reader. Thank's for popping by to hear my thought's and my story.

What can I say? I'm from a small town, my best friend's are people I've known since I was about 5, and I've had the same house phone number for 16 year's. The same amount of year's I've lived in this town. The drama sucks and I really don't miss the high school year's because really, alot of people made it pure hell for me. The only thing I miss are the teacher's. I got myself into modeling about 4 month's ago with a buddy of mine, and after a few fall out's, we've decided we don't need to start an agency right now. I can't wait to see where it'll take me. I hope I'll get far.

I'm the youngest of 4 and hating every minute of it. I alway's get stepped on but hey, what can you do right? I still live with my parent's, well my mom because my dad's a truck driver so he's alway's gone. My parent's are still married, 31 year's and counting. There my inspiration that true love is out there. You just gotta bump your head a few time's so you'll learn to duck. They've both been married once before this one and have 2 children each from each marriage but I don't speak to any of them. The divorce's ended messy. My one sister talk's to my mother's oldest son though. I'm not sure why because he's a total loser. Plain out and out. I used to talk to him for about 6 months I think it was, and then one night he decided it was ok to bad mouth my mother and my favorite uncle. I told him if he come's near me again he'd best be outta rang of my .22.

I have 5 very handsome little men, aged from 7 month's to 8 year's old and someday's I would love to throw the oldest one out and buy a new one. But your given what you have for a reason and I'll just have to figure it out for myself. I love them so much though. They might not be mine, but they are my little men. There my world.

Hmm, what else can I tell? ... Oh! I was dating a guy for 4 years, and was engaged for one. January he randomly dissapeared and I haven't seen him since. Last week I was texting him and he was actually answering back (surprise, surprise) and I found out he cheated on me. He totally openly admitted it. And that the girl he was sleeping with is pregnant, not to mention the fact that they don't know if it's his or not. The guy I dated before THAT gem tried raping me when I was 15 year's old, after he slept with my best friend at the time. Don't I pick out winner's? I hope I'm not wrong about the guy I like now.

He's so much different then the other guy's I've dated. He actually talk's about what's going on in his head, he doesn't lie to me.. It's quite the refreshing change let me tell you. I had an abusive life growing up because of my mother's son, so of course, I'm scared of guy's bigger then I am. But not this guy. He make's me feel safe. It's so nice to be able to know that he's not gunna do anything to me. I know that sound's really lame, but unless you've been abused your entire life, you'd never understand how important that is to someone that has been. The only sucky part about this guy is, is that he got burnt really bad by his last girlfriend thingy, so now he's nervous about dating. We've known eachother since elementary school and were close friends till high school. He went his way (sports, actually going to class ext..) while I did my thing (skipping, getting suspensions bla bla bla...). I had a huge crush on him in school but of course, being in high school, the girl's not supposed to do anything about it. Or at least, that's the way it is here. Plus, he's a year younger then I am. I used to be a huge freak about age, but now, it doesn't bother me as much. Anyway's, I ran into him in one of the 2 bar's we have in this town, and we started hanging out again. My little crush thing flared right back up.

I wrote a question about what to do, so if you'd like, check it out and give some feedback. I'm really big into feedback and knowing what other people think, because really, I only have one point of view. My own. Other side's of the view might point out detail's that I can't see.

Until next time,

Chelsea.

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