Saturday, February 02, 2013
Because I was a sweet girl I was always given a second chance to meet deadlines. I would procrastinate and work under pressure. Even my ex boy friends always gave me a second chance until one day I ran out of luck. I was no longer that sweet girl who would make the deadline with a little extension. I dont know if this makes any sense. It seemed that my second chances were through. No matter what I said or tried the answer was no. I fooled myself into believing that all the while I piled pounds on that I had it undercontrol. Outsiders found me beautiful partly because of the kind of person I am and secondly because undeniably I am beautiful. However sometimes I wonder if no matter what Ill always feel phat. Ive come to the conclusion that the most important second chance has to come from myself.