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I wouldn’t say I’m stubborn but I’m not easily moved either. I take pride in my decisions whether people think they're good or bad ones, if it's what I wanted then who cares what any one else thinks. When I know what I want to do I go for it and never give up. Even though I may seem tough because of this I really am just a normal teenage girl. I get hurt easily which is why I try avoiding things and/or people that would even come close to hurting me.
On the bright side, when I'm not trying to guard my heart I really am a sweet girl. I love to bake so I end up expressing my love for people through pastries, how cheesy is that? Also the only two people who know the true silly loveable me are my best friend and my ex boyfriend.

To be honest my life has been pretty great. I have two loving parents who have given me the world and more, I know what I want to do with my life and how I'm gunna do it and I have a best friend who I can rely on when my parents just aren't enough.
I grew up as a single child with two amazing parents. They're the kind of people who put their child as their priority in every situation. I'm not saying it's a bad thing but sometimes I feel a bit guilty and wish they would be a little selfish sometimes for their own sake. I had a cushioned life full of happiness and love especially when I met the love of my life.
He was absolutely perfect to me, my other half. We met freshmen year of high school and just instantly clicked. It wasn't until sophomore year that he got the nerve to ask me to be his girlfriend. At first we were nothing more than puppy love but finally realized we were practically made for each other. A year had gone by and things started to change. I realized that he was starting to take advantage of my love. Don't get me wrong, I mean he still loved me, I knew that much for sure but he just wasn't expressing it as much as I'd hoped for.
He stopped being that romantic goof ball that was completely head over heels for me and would put thought into every tiny thing he did and was now a cocky big headed guy who just expected me to stick around. I had confronted him multiple times about the situation but each time he would just shrug me off and say he was sorry but wouldn't do anything about it. Finally I was fed up with it and took matters into my own hands.
My parent's had made plans a while ago to move away, maybe to a different city or a state far away. They just wanted to start fresh, to get out of our routine life and have some fun. Though of course they never did anything with out making sure I was happy with their decision first. I usually always just smiled and agreed with what ever they had planned because I wanted to see them happy but not this time. At that point I was completely in love and didn't want anything to come between me and my soul mate. So my parent's understood and simply tucked the idea away.
Remembering my parents idea I took it upon myself to remind them of this plan and to urge them to go through with it. Once I had the okay from my parents I met up with my boyfriend. I told him what was bothering me and for how long it was bothering me. I was done with just being expected to play the role of the loving girlfriend when he wasn't playing his part as the caring boyfriend. So I broke things off with him and soon enough I was on my way to a new place that I would call home.
Finally Senior year came and left in a flash and I was a high school graduate. I had been accepted to a major state university and would be starting my classes in the fall but the summer had just begun and I had 3 months to relax and enjoy myself. It had been my mother who talked me into going back to my home town for the summer so I could get one last look at it before I was gone for good. Something had told me it was really all my best friends idea. I was first skeptical because I thought he would still be there and I just wasn't ready to see him, I don't think I would ever be, I was still madly in love with him. So I thought about it for a while and realized that he probably would be off somewhere foreign and exotic with his brother of course. I mean it was his first summer vacation where he didn't have to go back to school afterwards. I had talked it over with my best friend and her parents and we agreed that my best friend and I would be staying at her house while her parents went on a well deserved second honey moon for the summer. So with that all sorted out I booked my flight, packed my bags, and was off.