I love flowers …. I can’t wait to plant some in my front yard. . but I also like when I come home to flowers sitting on my door step.
There was once a time when someone bought me flowers. At the time I was talking to WTS but we weren’t together. A guy that I had been hanging out with left them on my mail box and it made me feel beautiful.
I’m not going to lie, I miss those days. I used to be sweet and innocent and guys wanted to treat me right. When I lost my husband and my baby I lost all self respect and went down a road of secular desire. I’m over that now. I have seen the world from the world’s eyes and I’ve dealt with the consequences of worldly lust. Now I am exaughsted of being disgusted by myself and I’m ready to withdraw myself from this city of sin. I’m not saying that I am going to leave my friends or that I will be the perfect little angle. I am saying that I’m ready for the respect that I used to demand. I don’t care what people say about me but I do care what I say about myself. Sure, I can disrespect myself and participate in adolecent ignorance. However; I would rather get married and have a real family…. But no guy is going to respect me if I don’t respect myself. I have lost everything in life but it is true what they say – once you hit bottom the only direction to go is up. Now I am moving up. I might never heal from the pain of my experiences, but the reminder of my scars will help keep me on a straight path. No more unnecessary partying. No more unrespectable friends. No more bad decisions.
I have experienced life, now I am ready to start living it. I might have more experiences than your average mid-tweenties kid, but I can be real about it. I know I will never be innocent in the true sense of it again, but I can be sweet and I can be respectable.
I’ve been who I wanted to be and now I want to be me again. My name is Bee Mo, I am 22 years old, and while I might not be so innocent I think that only makes me a little wiser. Welcome to the documents of my day to day experiences, inspirations, and boring old thoughts.
Veronica mars: “ No Gia, Clamydia is not a flower”