Today I had my palms read.
I will meet The One 3-4 years from now and have 4-5 children eventually.
People often ask my why I'm in a rush. I'm 20 going on 21, I just finished college, I've got the whole world ahead of me. I'll tell you why. There are days before I go to sleep, I wish I was that girl who is 20 going on 21, just finished college, got the whole world ahead of her.
I wish I wasn't that girl that ran away from the loony bin and only had to be brought back a couple of years later with various addictions because she had to. I wish I wasn't that girl that had spent all week in Vegas with my phone off just so she could "have fun with the girls" but in fact gambled away her plane ticket money to New York. I wish I wasn't that girl who had an affair with her gay meth addict room mate. I wish I wasn't that girl her mother checked into a rehabilitation center on Father's Day. I wish I wasn't that girl that had to take a year off because she has to attend AA meetings or meeting with her psychologist and psychiatrist every week.
When you tell this to someone, life isn't like the movies. Boy hears sad story, boy tears up and boy accept girl for who she is. Real life, boy sees girl as a liability and boy fucks off. True story.
So will I really meet The One 3-4 years from now and have 4-5 children eventually?
