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"you take care of yourself honey, yeah?"

"yes mom"

i answered her as i plant a kiss on her tear stained cheeks. Its really hard for me to leave my mom here all alone.

But she wants me to be happy.

She always assured me that this was a dream finally coming true. And that she'll be fine.

So i just agreed with her, eventhough it kinda hurts. She's all that is left in me.

I bid her goodbye and turned my back, ready to ascend the stairs of the plane. Tears started to fall. but i wiped them away.

As i Watch my mom waving at me,

a smile plastered on her pretty face. And i cant help but smile back at her, as the plane left the grounds of the earth.

this is it. I swear I'll be good mom. This is for the two of us.

I love you.

i said to myself.

Finally,

going somewhere, apart from Ireland in a country I love.

New York City.

Not to mention, I was an exchange student and you dont know how happy i am now to finally

yes,

finally going on a prestigious University here in New York.

I should say Im just a simple girl yet overly pathetic sometimes.

Which means that I can be that good girl my parents wants me to be,

and I can be that Bitchy lass that would eventually kick your fucking ass if you ever tried to messed up with me.

so BEWARE for your own risk.

Im not the fashionable type.

I dont hate fashion or something,

I would love to dress for my own comfort,

that means A pair of jeans, a graphic tee and a pair of keds.

And if you will ask me on what i hate the most?

id probably say, BOYS!

those testosterone-made male creatures. Who pulled your pony tales when you were just a kid, and keeps on commenting about the raffled and laced clothes you wear.

Dude, its not our fault, our moms wants to dress us up like dolls.

And then when you reached the second grade, you looked at them as nice human beings.

they often open doors for you, compliments every little things in you and shows you theyre gentleman slash sweet sides.

But then, when he breaks your heart. Boys are aweful again.

Boys are the dump-est, rudest, aweful creatures we'll ever met.

Nevermind those geeky or nerdy type guys who wears oversized and thick, thick eyeglasses,

wears clothes from the medieval period,

or carried with them a pile of fucking-i-dont-know-kind of shitty books.

coz to be honest, they are really good.

And very smart.

All they care about is how to score in a certain video games they were engaged to

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