Anyone who knows me well enough, knows that I don’t bitch when life tosses me a hard ball *well publicly anyway* I keep to myself and share my problems with those who I’m comfortable enough with. I like wearing the facade that I’m tough but really I just wanna be like every other girl. I want someone to baby me when I have a bad day and be able to deal with my bad moods. I’m not that hard to deal with its just knowing how to calm me down after the storm. I wish I had more friends, I wish I wasn’t so hard on myself about everything all the time, I wish to be thin, I want to be pretty, I wish I had a nice childhood, I wish I could say I love my mother, I wish I didn’t, have so many medical issues, I wish I had the money for a tattoo apprenticeship, I wish I didn’t have to work so hard to be poor, I wish I wasn’t in debt for money I didn’t spend, I wish people would stop taking advantage of me, I wish for someone to talk me through my problems rather then tell me their life is worse; cause ill bet you every damn dollar to my name I’ve been through worse. Some of these are the woes of every woman, however I try and try and try again to better myself and change what I don’t like about me and with out fail every time I make a change I get kicked down and slammed with another very hard challenge. I’m so close on giving up I really am and, I’d be the first time I’m genially saying I don’t want to do this anymore but I’m still playing the game and I’m still striking out.