Who Knows? I Dont.

There's only three things in life I hate, chicken, children, and Devan Frisan. The first one it just tastes absolutely disgusting, the second is just annoying, but the third? I hate that man from the bottom of my heart, he's a lying, discussing pig who only thinks of himself. If you think by now that Devan is the one I'm meant to be with and live my life loving his playboy ways, you're wrong.

Been there, done that.

Devan used to be my boyfriend back in Junior year and ended up cheating on me with one of my friends. All I could say afterwards was that I should've known, he didn't exactly have the best rap to begin with. He had cheated on several girls before me and I was just another fool thinking that he would change for me.

He wasn't that great of a boyfriend to begin with anyway.

When my father wanted to move to New York after his company had gone international I immediately jumped at the chance of getting out of London. Away from Devan, the people I grew up with, everything, even the nice French bakery down the street. I was leaving, and I sure as hell wasn't going to regret it.

After packing everything, shipping what we needed, and finally leaving the grey smog that was England...I felt free, I felt like nothing was holding me back. For the first time I felt exited for change.

Change.

Looking at it now I feel like things changed a lot more than I expected them too.