prettyawful

I often fuck up.

It's well known amongst the individuals I love best and the only way I learn.

Yeah. Only.

I also have this problem I like to call "shark week"... It's the week where, there is blood in my waters.
All travelers beware.

I swear.

The older I get, the more this becomes dramatic Jackle and Hyde like. I can't even tell you how fucking easy it is for a commercial or some senseless bullshit to make me cry.

I never cry.

I'm not a "crier"

Never was, never will be.
I just don't do it. Luckily, the hormonal madness has only happened late at night when I'm in the safety of my own home. The tears, that is. I think I was a Easy Share Photo Printer commercial. I was disgusted with myself. No man will ever understand this utter confusion and annoying uncontrolable need to cuddle puppies and bawl for to like 2 minutes... then be completely fine and baking something like cookies. I KNOW if I have a boyfriend here or something like that it would have only been worse.

LOL.

I'd probably be crying and laughing and then crying cause he responded to my crying then laughing cause he is feeling bad but really confused and slightly scared. haha

I know I'm no easy cake to cut.
That there is lots to understand about me. Only the brave and clever should really dare.

I should come with a cautionary stamp on my side, like a surgeons general warning. "This bitch is hot. But at times, crazy. "
I'm never intentionally mean of hurtful tho. I can be trusted. That's different.

If I haaaad to metaphorically pin point myself to a relationship type of deal/ challenge level.

I'd say I am the living walking breathing

Legends of the Hidden Temple.

Grab your helmet, out together puzzles and go the right way or boogie men in neon paint will jump out at you scaring you shitless but wont touch you because the liability clause is to great. We don't wanna get taken for all we're worth.

And you get sweet prizes along the way. Like a key board, or Yamaha motor bike.