I always felt like bad luck followed me where ever I went. It was like I was creating the bad luck and there was nothing I could do about it. Where ever I wandered destruction and anguish would soon follow. As hard as I tried to please those I loved and cared about, nothing from me was good enough. Apparently I’m a weird, heathan, witchy, hippie, stupid girl.
Concieved in a moment of young musical love, abandoned, adopted, unwanted, negleted. Karma keeps me stronge. And my handsome family 🙂
I found my weirdo husband just before my parents convinced me to marry a cop. He He He. Yes I have daddy issues…but Im not complaining 😉
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