Deep inside I don't believe I am worthier think this all roads lead back home
There is pain in the offering
There is joy in his suffering
Nami
I'm up fighting with myself
First thing I wanted to do was drive to my ex boyfriends house
But I was fired from that job and the desire to create drama was written all over me
It's five am
I maybe psychic, mystically anxious and mildly wild
I may be chasing tails around in the Sand always looking for another man
Why do I want the one who I let walk away
Why couldn't I hold onto anything?
Ever
So pretty
So wounded all Of this time. Life long is This what most mortals have to go threw
The pain the suffering all for what
Secrets lies unconventional beauty living inside
Someone came into my life (Satan) and wreaked havoc. What I went threw was very painful. I have been living in panic mode for three years just going in a big circle around the the square. I've drank at just about every bar I've toiled under the sun in and out of the door at the marlin. Physically I've not with held anything from anyone but I lost my self
I must loose myself to find myself even alone at five am my back breaks and bends
There is so much anxiety inside
I fight to stay afloat but only to survive the secrets burried deep inside
It's not all a bad secrets
There is more
My name is Jennifer Dunlop
I was born in prison
At this point in time both of my maternal grandmothers have passed away. I am very greatful for grandma Dorothy supplying lots of my baby stuff.
When I look at old pictures from that time I think of her journey my mothers and mine as well. There is something special in the relationships that have stood the test of time.