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I recently went on a first date with somebody and he seriously talked about you getting his name tattoo'd on you , and you meeting his parents for Christmas. And talked about how he didnt want any guy to look at you because he was super jealous. On the FIRST date. I literally choked on my salad I was eating and held back no facial expressions. First and last date. I literally ran! Sorry dude that was way too much.

Under ordinary circumstances, I would say I might be biased or prejudiced, but I have had more than a few people with their own daddies tell me that my Daddy is most definitely the best. He is my biological Daddy but he is a Daddy who saved my life during my latter childhood and made me who I am today. So I have to agree with all the rest. When it comes to Daddies, I won the lottery, while getting struck by lightning standing on the front porch of a house where I won in the publisher's clearing house sweepstakes.

I haven’t been able to give plasma in almost 2 weeks now, apparently the doctor had to look over my files because my iron was low a few times back to back. Anyways he didn’t show up yesterday, and then I was told I could come today. I called twice, now they said he wasn’t even able to get through.

How can holiday depression hit after the holiday? I feel so incredibly alone. I truly don’t think anyone cares whether I am here or not. I’m an extra piece of baggage that has to have a tiny space made for me to squeeze into because there actually isn’t a space for me at all.

It’s crazy because these summer walker lyrics aren’t resonating because I’m in a consistent, loving, healthy relationship with a man who loves and adores me and treats me like a queen. I’m over here like damn I’m not feeling any of this but that’s because I’m loved correctly. Let me had heard this a year ago though , I would be screaming these lyrics . This is when it hit me , like wow I really have a good man now!