I was only nine years old, when I broke my leg in cheerleading. It was my femur bone infact, the hardest bone in the body. My mother took me to the hospital where they needed to take xrays and confirm it. Sure enough I had a fractured femur.
This picture means so much to me, you see this is my beautiful mother. She got took from this earth way to soon. I was only nine when she got killed. Mom was my best friend, she taught me so much even though I was young.My mother was the most kind hearted woman I have ever known. She would give someone the last penny she had, if she knew it would help someone in need. She always loved helping others.
Mark was at work sending his sexy wife Vanessa text messages. Telling her how much he wanted her body pressed against his. Vanessa couldn't wait til he walked through the door. Mark had things in mind to do to his wife that he's never done before, and Vanessa didn't know what to expect. "Just know your gonna have the best orgasm of your life over and over again", was the last thing Mark said before coming home.
It was time to watch the Grammys. I herd Demi was going to make a come back on the stage. Her first time after her battle with addiction. Two years since she’s been on stage. Standing there in her beautiful white gown with the pianist.
When I looked in the mirror, I was trying to figure out who was looking back at me. I knew it was me, but I wanted to dig deeper into my soul. Who I truly was. After all the pain and hurt I've been through in my past. The question I always asked myself, Who am I?
People that have depression such as myself have our good days and our bad. Do we tell others? No, well I know I don't. I keep it to myself, I don't want others to see anything but my happy cheerful self. I don't want to speak the existence of the depression. I thought that maybe if I hide it good enough it would go away, but it doesn't.