Looking out of my window I see nothing but grass... In a way its beautifull but in a way it's so plain... How can something so plain be so beautiful? Guess it all depends on the higher power...
Call me shallow or call me sad but sitting infront of the mirror and telling yourself that you are beautiful if one of the hardest things I ever did in my life... Fuck all the other accomplishments... When I finally after 3 hours told myself that I am beautiful I felt a sence of accomplishment... By that I mean that no matter what other people say I know that I am beautiful and I am unique in my own way - no matter how fucked up...
Imagine if all the people had too be the same? Same haircut, same shirt, same pants, same shoes etc etc... HOW BORING...
Anyways... Onto more pressing matters...
I am on this social network which I will not name but it's not Facebook. Well anyways... On there you get to chat and hook up with people.... There are really nice people on there but you also get these fucked up people on that site that are only interested in one thing which is SEX SEX SEX!!!
Fuck I love sex but that doesn't mean I have to jump into bed with every single guy I chat too. I haven't and I don't intend on starting soon.. That is just not me...
At this moment in my life I am looking for a relationship, looking for someone to wake up next too. But like everything in life a relationship is hard work... I have 3 steps I follow to reach a relationship and those 3 steps are:
1. Infatuation... You meet the guy... You like each other and all that jazz
2. Sex... Let's face it... You have to be sexually compatible before you can go into a relationship..
3. Relationship itself... This only happens after like 3 -5 months because you have to get over that whole honeymoon period which is when the REAL relationship starts...
But anyways... The man I am looking for will be one to take me as I am... With my flaws and just take and accept me for me and not a figment of their imagination... When will I find this guy? God only knows....
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