Bethany Farrell
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- Joined
- Sep 23, 2013
I sit all alone at my mirror.. I.ve been crying.. why you might ask?
Its because I got dumped again..
I don't understand it... why wont anyone like me? what's wrong with me?
I look in the mirror again seeing my dyed red hair(I've dyed it since I was a teen.. I love red)
And see a decent person staring back at me.. I'm established at 33, I have a decent job, although I hate my boss... He's to nicey nice to me.
I grew up in a military home... strict and drill sergeant like.. I was used to being motivated to do things... being to to shape up or ship out.. that's what i'm used too..
But the guys ive been with lately .. ughhh
its all "Your breasts are too small " who cares about the rest of me...
I blow my nose in a tissue and see my phone by the tissue box...
Hmm I know someone who will cheer me up.. maybe he can make me feel better..
I pick up the phone and dial his number.....
Its because I got dumped again..
I don't understand it... why wont anyone like me? what's wrong with me?
I look in the mirror again seeing my dyed red hair(I've dyed it since I was a teen.. I love red)
And see a decent person staring back at me.. I'm established at 33, I have a decent job, although I hate my boss... He's to nicey nice to me.
I grew up in a military home... strict and drill sergeant like.. I was used to being motivated to do things... being to to shape up or ship out.. that's what i'm used too..
But the guys ive been with lately .. ughhh
its all "Your breasts are too small " who cares about the rest of me...
I blow my nose in a tissue and see my phone by the tissue box...
Hmm I know someone who will cheer me up.. maybe he can make me feel better..
I pick up the phone and dial his number.....