Cowboy Bebop doesnt belong to me blah blah, dont sue me!
Part 1... An Introduction much needed...
My name is Julia... thats all I really like to disclose to people. The worlds a dangerous place when it comes down to it these days. Its especially dangerous for women in my opinion. Why do you ask? Because when it comes down to it men can be pigs... pigs only hungering for one thing and one thing only. And some will do anything to get it.
So a girl like me always has to be prepared. When I was growing up, I never thought of myself as a very pretty girl, but then you get older and you realize as your making out for the first time with some guy from your highschool that you are too good for this. I admit, I have those long legs that most women want, and the long blonde hair to match it. So of course any boy thinks himself good enough to score with you. Men at times, go way out of their leagues. I'd like to think that my best features are my eyes. I think that they actually have substance to them...
I think that at that moment, in the back of the old Chevy, that I realized I would like to go out on my own... make something for myself, not stay around the same area and just be known as 'that hot blonde'. I didnt want to be known as that. So what did I do?? I left, I went to my room, packed some clothes and some money into a duffel bag and left. That was the last time I ever saw my family or my home again. I cant really say I miss them or regret not being there for them ever. I never really was a family person, nor did anyone in my family really like me. I accept that fact now, and moved on.
Part 1... An Introduction much needed...
My name is Julia... thats all I really like to disclose to people. The worlds a dangerous place when it comes down to it these days. Its especially dangerous for women in my opinion. Why do you ask? Because when it comes down to it men can be pigs... pigs only hungering for one thing and one thing only. And some will do anything to get it.
So a girl like me always has to be prepared. When I was growing up, I never thought of myself as a very pretty girl, but then you get older and you realize as your making out for the first time with some guy from your highschool that you are too good for this. I admit, I have those long legs that most women want, and the long blonde hair to match it. So of course any boy thinks himself good enough to score with you. Men at times, go way out of their leagues. I'd like to think that my best features are my eyes. I think that they actually have substance to them...
I think that at that moment, in the back of the old Chevy, that I realized I would like to go out on my own... make something for myself, not stay around the same area and just be known as 'that hot blonde'. I didnt want to be known as that. So what did I do?? I left, I went to my room, packed some clothes and some money into a duffel bag and left. That was the last time I ever saw my family or my home again. I cant really say I miss them or regret not being there for them ever. I never really was a family person, nor did anyone in my family really like me. I accept that fact now, and moved on.