There is no clear ending to this story, for the future isn’t predictible. It features a young girl who has seen more sadness then most people twice her age. For most of her life, she fucked things up as a living. Not on purpose or anything, but thats always how it occurred. She was so scared of human contact. She constantly killed off all of her relationships. Whenever she let someone in, it was only a matter of time before they would get kicked out. Eventually someone entered her life, and was too stubborn to let her kick him out fully. Time after time, she would try, and for a little while it would work, until he found his way back in. Slowly, after time, she started to feel something that she didn’t know was humanly possible for her to feel. She was starting to love. This didn’t stop her from her quest of kicking him out, once and for all. She was so scared of loving something, and having it leave her in one way, or another. Like all the other times, he found his way back into her life, and her heart. The story ends around now. She’s so inlove, and so completely scared that something will go wrong. Everyday, she still gets the same urge to fuck it all up, but she doesn’t. For the first time in her life, she is perfectly happy. The moral of this story; sometimes love does conquer all.
This is basically my life, except I haven’t found that person yet.
