Post by PRESLEY R. COLLINS on Aug 2, 2011 10:11:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px; padding:10px;] ignore this here [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:200px; height:300px; overflow:auto; vertical-align:top;]presley r. collins, 21, junior, music, playwriting, sierra kusterbeck , "inside, i'm really a hopeless romantic. i'm a woman, it happens. but on the outside, i'm kind of neurotic and paranoid. i don't let people in, even though i want to. i'm just sort of fixed at zero, if that makes sense. see, when i was in high school, i fell in love with the wrong guy. i'd been in the 'wrong crowd' for a while, and my parents kind of hated my boyfriend. so did my half-sister, maddie. everyone hated him. everyone but me; i fell for him. and it worked for us for a while; we had the same friends, we did the same things, and at the time we wanted most of the same things. until i was pregnant. he didn't want any part of that; he wanted to be an immature asshole for the rest of his life. that was about when i realized that he wasn't right for me, that my parents and my sister were right. he was all wrong, but because of how heartbroken i was that he didn't want to stick around with me, i knew i wouldn't be able to keep the baby. i wanted to, but i knew it would break me every time i saw the face, even if it looked like me. now don't worry; i didn't kill the fetus. my mother would have murdered me if i had had an abortion. no, i went to full term and delivered a healthy, beautiful baby that I only saw once; the hospital let my mother take her out of the hospital once the two of us were ready and we drove her to an adoption center. an orphanage. i didn't want to give her up, because this was my baby, but i just couldn't push myself to make anything really happen. i couldn't take the baby home. but watching my mother take the baby into the orphanage..... that was enough to make me crack. i haven't really been the same since." paigels -- seventeen -- like five i think -- ellen is on hush |