Let me tell you a story. A story about a young woman with a dream. A story about a girl who just wanted to be loved and shown to be different. Someone who had ambitions to be well-known for who she was, not just a bitch. A woman that wanted to most definitely know what she wanted in a relationship beyond just the bedroom. A girl that when she needed too, she'd know when to take control. A woman who wouldn't complain about the issues in everyday.
Well, that girl is me. I'm Patricia. The writer beyond belief. The one girl who always gets on her blog and rants about the things that bother her the most. The things she knows she can't about to other people, but can simply write to her computer. Yeah, I'm that girl. The one girl that many people hate. The one girl that can be perfectly fine with one thing, but five minutes later can be crying because of something she knows she can't be. I'm simply the girl who will talk behind someone's back because that's my own defense. It's simply my own way to cope with what hurts, to talk bad or joke.
At the young age of eighteen, I managed to start my first semester in college, meet a guy, move in with him, get engaged, move to Richmond, KY and get pregnant. All happened during the age of eighteen! Not all a wish of mine, not one was even a thought.
