Growing up I was confused. Who am I really? Am I date-able? What traits would my ideal boyfriend have? Would I ever find someone who didn’t want to be ‘just friends’? Boys seemed to fog up my adolescent mind. I envisioned a day I would marry a man of my dreams, despite the rumors I overheard that I was too unattractive, too forward, and too persistent. My first adultlike thought was when I was five years old, and I had a desire to be a mommy. Either this was because of my strong desire to have a sibling, or the unconditional love from my mother inspired me to pursue a similar relationship. I am not setting up the scene to a teen pregnancy survival story. Thankfully, and somewhat selfishly, I no longer have the desire to have a child of my own. I blame the hormones for making my emotions fluctuate at inconvenient times, and for my odd decision making skills. Here I provide you the opportunity to enjoy this unique memoir outlining the high school experience of an average American teenager.
(coming soon :D)
I love your writing I feel like I am sitting in that comfortable chair in your background listening to you express yourself.
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