you know, when you fall in love for the first time you actually dont know what it really is. its more that you have a feeling it could be love because you dont know anything else. my first ''boyfriend'' is now my best friend. everybody always thought we really liked eachother, and we did.. just not that way. i think we were meant to be best budds. but now, a few years later ( and a few boyfriends later) i just know none of them should have ever been my boyfriends.. half of them took advantage of me, the other half were just hopeless so they would date any girl. but i learned from it.
okay, so im kassie and im gonna tell you about my life, and how i met my magic guy.
so, now you know my name is Kassie. im 20 years old and i studied to be a allround make up artist. i chose to do this to make people feel good about themselves. because i always think im ugly, and i dont think that will ever change. and i dont want other people to feel like that. so i try to give them a little push in the right direction.
the first ten years of my life were very simple and peacefull like every little kid should grow up, but then shit started. my mom lost her job and my dad was just a lazy ass. so there were no incomes. we got help to order the finances which was really necessary because we already were in deep trouble. we had to pay alot but we also needed food and clothes. thats when i got grown up real quick. i did the household when i was 11 years old. couldnt go out to play anymore, i couldnt hang out with friends after school just because i had to do the dishes.. my life sucked. although this isnt everything.
it went n for this like four years, then my parents got into alot of fights. and eventually divorced. oh i forgot to tell you about my two sisters. one is 12 now and the other one is 15. we fight alot, but we cant live without eachother.. well those two sisters went to live with my mother and her new boyfriend.. i stayed with dad. because he would be completely alone, while he was kind of depressed. i couldnt leave him like that so i promised id stay with him forever, i was 16 years old when i said that.. my dad found a job, but he did travel alot to other countries. and he would only come home for the weekend. i know i know it could be worse, but i was 16 and lived practically on my own with 4 animals to take care of and i had school. at a point it got me so sick and tired. i couldnt take it anymore. so i tried to kill myself, more than once. but because it didnt work i tried selfharming.. yes i started cutting myself. (i can tell you that it isnt an option.. it leaves marks which will never go away. and you know, whatever makes you feel depressed talk about it. that works so much better and its so much healthier. dont ever try to hurt yourself in any kind of way.. i want you to remember that youre beautiul. because you are, i promise. ) thats where i made the decision (two years later eventually) to move to my mother and choose for myself.
and that people, is where the store begins......
