The soft side. The sweet side.
I am a lot sweeter than him. I am so much softer than him. I am a lot different from him. I have more subtle background. I was raised as the only and have been for 19 years. But I am not to where I cannot handle myself. I work for what I want and have worked for what I have. I have never had a reputation for being anything other than the big hear-ted blonde. I am a lot more sensitive than Alex. He is a rock. He doe indeed have a heart of stone. But it takes something really special to break down that stone bit by bit. I am not his best side but I am for sure his sweeter and softer side. He is rough sometimes and can be mean sometimes. But so can any other human. He just takes after how he was raised, as do I. We fit together.We are not perfect but we fit.We bring out the best and worst of each other. But we love each other. More than anything.
It must have been hell on an angel.
Hello Summer time.(:
Welp my second semester did not go so well…at all. I almost failed a lot of my classes. The reason you ask?
Reason # 1
-I focused more on everyone else and their problems and school. Meaning I was too busy trying to take care of everyone else besides myself. Which is not surprising if you know me really well. You already know that I love to help people amd make sure I do whatever it is I need to do to make sure they are taken care of. In which this semester a lot has happened in order for reason # 2 to come into play.
Reason # 2
-Don’t take this as excuses because it isn’t. A lot has happened over the past semester. Including all of my other half’s situations and alos added on my own. Then a car accident then working full time. It was a lot. I mean a lot. You can even ask my mom, I took on way more then I could handle. 30 hours a week? Then full time school. Yeah okay I couldn’t handle it. I still can’t. I have dropped my hours and started to think about my grades and myself first.
I prayed a lot these last couple weeks. My Lord is not a miracle worker but he will look out for you. He will be your savior, your strength, pretty much your everything when he knows you have messed up. You will get a second chance. He has given me one. That is for sure. I messed up big time this semester and I know it.
But you know what?
Next year will be different. I promise.
I have a man willing to do math for me when he hates math with a passion. I have a man who wakes up at 6am to wish me good luck on finals, eve though he could have slept in. You think you have it made? You haven’t been with the man I am with. He goes above and beyond for me.
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