Such a brilliant girl….(I should say woman…she probably hates girl). She’s an exacting one. She was such a beauty in high school. Drop dead gorgeous. I was so in love with her.

Life happens. People change. She actually told me to “go to hell” aka “we are no longer friends”. I usually don’t have to get that notice but I can be persistent sometimes until I finally give up.

Trying to love women has never been my forte….ask my mom.

Well. Anyway. She knows all about hard lives too…..that brilliant little girl.

That’s a woman I think I’d love to have under my control. Lol. Like that could ever happen. Ay yay yay. Spitfire; this one.

Literally. She probably breaths fire when she thinks of me; I think she hates me so much. I never got why. I never do. Guess I really don’t know how to love women but I’m not quite sure they’ve known how to love me back either.

This is my only guess. I usually like having like 4 or five guesses. Narrows down the possibility of being wrong. Does anyone like being wrong? Lol

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

5 thoughts on “Gloria”

    1. I think the person that gets used to being wrong is an interesting person. I guess the difference would be if they learn from it or not and if they can find humbleness and humility there with the lesson and not bullheaded stubbornness and an indifference to wanting to grow as a person.

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      1. I do learn from my mistakes. Alas, I sometimes have to make that same mistake multiple times before I do. I don’t think it’s bullheadedness though… I’m just not very smart. I’m led more by heart than brains. 😛

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      2. My grandfather said to me
        “In this life we stumble over the excat same rock over and over; except we don’t recognize it because it’s always painted a different color”.

        Struck me then, strikes me now.

        Follow your heart. I find those bruises more tolerable usually anyway.

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