Hello, im that girl. That girl that can’t quite figure herself out. I’m that girl that loves with all she has & expects the same in return yet will accept less if that’s all the other person has to give. I’m that girl that will crawl out of bed in the middle of the night & go to the store ..pjs & all.. to get a candy bar you think you must have right then. I’m that girl that doesn’t take anything from anyone, I’ll lay it right back on them. Unless it’s one of those people I love. Those people can play an old school game of kickball with my heart without any kind of fight from me. I’m that girl that is going to cry no matter what. Happy, sad, mad, unsure of my mood. Doesn’t matter. There will be tears. I’m that girl that wants to go all Michael Myers on some people because I have that much rage built up. Yet I dare you to look at them wrong unless you want that rage turned in your direction. I am that girl who was that addict who hates that once an addict always an addict mentality. As much as I hate cliches, we do recover. I’m that pentecostal preacher’s daughter who is way more like the preacher than the preacher’s wife. I will tell you just exactly what I think & why. I’m that girl that doesn’t always live like she’s supposed to but comes to life in church and wishes hypocrites & fake people didn’t ruin the house of God for so many. I’m that girl that would rather write as to breathe but can’t always find the time & when I can find the time I sometimes get confused myself the way I bounce around. I’m that girl who could care less about what anyone thinks of her, yet seeks the approval of those she cares for most. I’m that girl with the broken heart that I keep tucked away out of sight. My pain is my own. I’m that girl that gets excited about fuzzy socks, Reeses peanut butter, cold rain, thunderstorms, gel pens & a coloring book, baby Yoda or Welch’s grape fruit snacks, random road trips for no reason, simple things most people pay no attention to. A mess, all day eer’day. And not even a hot one 🙃. That’s me. I’m that girl.
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Surviving Us 