Name; Taylor Trudy -InsertLastNameHere-
D.O.B; October 30, 1995
Age; I just gave you my date of birth so do a lil math
I'm messed up in the head and I know it. I hate people in general because you can't trust them. I don't consider
myself a person, just a female body that people play with. I'm depressed most of the time and I'm well aware that most
people don't care. Alot of people judge me because of the way I act and it does indeed break me down. I'm very sensitive
but some things I've learned to ignore. I've tried killing myself numerious times, but one certain boy seemed to save me
every time. Yes, that boy is becoming a man- the man I plan on marrying and giving away my most valued virtue to create
his children. Over the past months I've become intoxicated by his eyes, his hair, his voice and his body. His sweet,
husky voice numbed all my pain and his touch-even the slightest like caressing feathers- sent shivers of forbiden wants
down my spine. I love him and that's just briefly putting it. When I tell people that he's my boyfriend, it feels wrong.
When I want to put him and I together, words like Soulmates and Husband seem more fit but with our young age, things
like that are foolish from the outside. I have friends but not many and I do alot of crazy shit with some of my more
distant ones. I've gotten high, gotten buzzed and let me tell you, I regret it very much. I think my best friend is in
love with me and he also happens to be friends with my soul mate. I've lost alot of people and I go on with my life.
More to come when I feel like it