In which Surina (that would be me) exploits her best talent of being able to moan about anything and everything. Enjoy. (Hopefully) All rights reserved. The Struggles of Surina // btwitssurina 2016.

Psychology, if it's your cup of tea, opens doors to a lot of interesting characteristics and traits that human beings encompass. Reading about it will not only give a meaningful perspective to how you see the world, but will also allow you to reach out and understand people around you better.

21-year-old Anastasia Reilly. A woman who just wants to get away from home and live the life she's always wanted to live. 22-year-old Travis Coleman. A frightful, tattooed, well-known, secret billionaire man who fights men for money. There's many sides of Travis Coleman, but will Anastasia meet them all or will it be too much for her to handle because of her past? A possessive bad boy who has his eyes set on an innocent young woman. Does Travis change Anastasia? Does Anastasia change Travis? ©️All Rights Reserved MATURE SCENES AS BOOK GOES ON #1 TheWattys2019 <- THE WATTYS!!!!! Omg! #4 Anastasia #5 HopelessRomantic #6 Eyes #9 GoodGirl #11 Fighter #15 Travis #16 Protective #17 Perfect Started - March 24, 2019 ________________________________________________ As I was about to walk into my class, his eyes met mine. They were more blue than I remembered, blue eyes are ice cold, or so that's what I thought. I didn't think they were warm. But, since I met him I've realized now, that blazing fires burn blue. His smile is captivating, engaging, and irresistible. As he was walking towards me, I felt my cheeks burning up and my hands became clammy. We never looked away from each other, eyes locked. His voice. It was like whiskey. Smooth with a slow burn that lit me up from the inside. He walked towards me in a fast pace and puts his hands on both sides of my face. He looked into my eyes and crashed his lips to mine. The world stopped for a brief amount of time. I felt alive again. The anticipation of his lips on mine. Intensity. Magnetic. Fire. Everlasting. Perfect. Completely perfect. As he pulled away, I knew I wanted more. This was just the beginning. He was my beginning. My beginning to feel alive again.

I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.