No Hints, No Love

No Hints, No Love

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Hi, I'm Venita but people call me Ven. No, actually just My parents. I used to think or still think that love comes in agreement due to the choices we make. We won't realize it until we are made to but one thing the society doesn't allow is us making the people we love realize it. Why shouldn't we try? Why shouldn't we be the one to give hints? Why shouldn't we make the first move? Feminism they say well fuck that!!!!! They don't understand being a feminist, they don't understand that love and personality is a different thing, they can separate love from profession but can't separate love from personality??? When you love, you must have made that choice to shut your eyes to the person's flaws, bad habits etc and when you make that choice first then you go first!!!!!!!!!
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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