I'm a 38 year old single chick that has no kids but I've dated a few men that wanted a mommy.
I have multiple respiratory and heart birth defects and have been plagued by many other illnesses. I work hard at my corporate day job so I can have health insurance.
Working for "The Man" grates on me daily. "The Man" can suck it. I'm a conspiracy FACT-avist. Theorists are rookies.
Having an aggressive father and a co-dependent, victim of a mother for parents, I try to avoid any conflict with anyone as long as I can stand it. Once I crack, I can't go back. It's nothing I'm proud of. There is room for improvement.
My childhood and past illnesses has made me an keen observer and intuitive to a fault. I know more than I would want too and it makes it hard to pretend niceties. I try so hard to NOT tell it like it is but I can't stand a bullshitter.
Nobody likes to hear the truth. Even me.
My weight affects my self-esteem. I'm excruciatingly sensitive to all forms of rejection and do what I can to hide it. I struggle with anxiety DAILY. It's exhausting. I keep most people, including friends at a distance.
My struggle to find someone I can rely on has been nearly impossible. My heartfelt devotion is taken for granted and dismissed. Tearful, they always come back.
I'm nobody's second thought. Being prideful and having a bit of respect for myself at this stage of the game, is all I've got.
All my life I've wanted to make a splash on the world. So after my last sham of a relationship, I decided to focus my attention on art.
I'm no Picasso but I dabble.
I have multiple respiratory and heart birth defects and have been plagued by many other illnesses. I work hard at my corporate day job so I can have health insurance.
Working for "The Man" grates on me daily. "The Man" can suck it. I'm a conspiracy FACT-avist. Theorists are rookies.
I DON'T WATCH TV.
Having an aggressive father and a co-dependent, victim of a mother for parents, I try to avoid any conflict with anyone as long as I can stand it. Once I crack, I can't go back. It's nothing I'm proud of. There is room for improvement.
My childhood and past illnesses has made me an keen observer and intuitive to a fault. I know more than I would want too and it makes it hard to pretend niceties. I try so hard to NOT tell it like it is but I can't stand a bullshitter.
Nobody likes to hear the truth. Even me.
I RECYCLE.
My weight affects my self-esteem. I'm excruciatingly sensitive to all forms of rejection and do what I can to hide it. I struggle with anxiety DAILY. It's exhausting. I keep most people, including friends at a distance.
HYBRID'S ROCK.
My struggle to find someone I can rely on has been nearly impossible. My heartfelt devotion is taken for granted and dismissed. Tearful, they always come back.
I'm nobody's second thought. Being prideful and having a bit of respect for myself at this stage of the game, is all I've got.
All my life I've wanted to make a splash on the world. So after my last sham of a relationship, I decided to focus my attention on art.
I'm no Picasso but I dabble.
LEGALIZE IT.
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