Romans & histoires Wouldn't Wanna Be Anybody Else

Nothing I can offer will equal what you have given me. I don't want to share my future with anyone other than you. I don't want someone else to try and make me happy. Is it selfish? That I will only ever want you and you alone. Maybe. Probably, but honestly, I don't give a shit what everybody else thinks. I want you to be the only woman that watches me smile, wrap your arms around me, touching, kissing. I want to belong to you and only you!

I knew how many people had believed they were special, only to realize they were wrong. I closed my eyes, letting out a long breath. I don't want to be one of them. I really don't want to be one of them.

"I thought it might be best to give you soe soace and not talk uo you abot sinthin like tgjs given how stresses you have been these past fews days." I scratched my hair. "Oh no it doesn't mattwr i equally want tobget better. I'm tired of feeling stuck im other person's body.i feel like I should help somewhere else, my body holds no memories and it is annoying to me. I really want to get better. i said launching into a full fledged rant.

But, a merciful witch. Note that. I sighed, tilting my head backwords on the couch of my room, closing my eyes shut. I didn't want to be like this. Julia and Jason didnt deserve this. I should have tried harder. But every time I did try, it came out the opposite of what I wanted. It was like I wanted to be nice to someone else, only then would I be nicer to everyone else. But that certain someone else, can't ever see me, nor know me.

he would run after every one else but not me, I was a nobody. A million thoughts run through my mind as we keep moving, my heart is heavy and my eyes are blurry, everywhere aches inside me except my physical body. It's best I let him go, I do not want to be that girl, I wasn't that girl in high-school it would be shameful for me to be that girl now, everyone should go where they choose to, It's obvious he does not love me or likes me a single bit, he probably was forced to take me out that might for dinner...whatever, I am not going to keep feeling sorry for myself, I've been living a good healthy life before I met him and I wouldn't let myself go down the drain because of a man, I have goa

Am I lame because I have no siblings? Am I boring because Brit is girly enough for the both of us? I want to hunt, and she wants to shop. I want to work on cars, and she wants to wear make-up. I don't get it. It's hard. It isn't easy. It's not me to be pretty. It's not me to be sexy. Being sexy is for popular, and being popular is not like me.

I nodded my head. It was at this moment when I realized that I wanted to be better than Macy or my mom. I didn’t want to be that girl that waits around for someone to love her back. I promise, I’m never going to fall in love. That way, I’ll never have to feel disappointed again when someone promised they’d take me to Disneyworld and they didn't. I promise, I’ll be better. * * * - - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -

For five years, Matt had forced me to dress in boring, traditional clothes so I wouldn't draw attention and cheat on him so dressing like this all of a sudden was a total shift from my comfort zone. Vivian leaned in closer, checking her makeup in the mirror before looking at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You are going to capture all the gentlemen with beating hearts, Tyla. I can’t wait for someone to sweep you off your feet,” Vivian teased. “I am on a break from love, Vivi. No way I am falling for absolutely no one.” “You can’t tell—” Before Vivian could continue, the doorbell rang. I was so thankful. I didn’t think I was ready to have that conversation at all.

That’s not a location that screams love and romance to me. I also know this bastard, and he doesn’t have the capacity to think of anyone but himself. The problem is he talks a good game. He has that suave countenance that lures people in and makes them think he shits rainbows and puppies or some fucked up bullshit. I don’t know. I never once fell under his spell, and I don’t honestly know what made me so different from them. I could have been the drugs, as I never touched them, or perhaps they just needed someone to tell them their fucked up ideas were A ok to him.

My words feel like they come out calmly whereas inside I feel nothing but panic. "Hey, I want you to listen to me and listen to me good. I don't care if we come from different worlds, baby, and I don't care what anyone else has to say about it either. The only people whose options matter in this are mine, yours and that sweet little girl, and the only person I need you to be is you, nothing more, nothing less."