I feel as if my writing has just been plain mediocre as of late.
I make no promises for trying to set the record straight.
I am that girl…woman I guess…that you pass by at Publix or see at the mall and we wave, but you don’t know shit about me…let’s keep it that way for now.
So what I had a drug problem? So what I was anorexic? I mean I did the best I could to fit in to the VIP parties of South Beach. You had to be an “IT” Girl or you were purely a nobody. As I would indulge in my never ending supply of blow and sip my martinis I realized that I never thought that me having a 4.0 at University of Miami was being a somebody.
No this was tricky. This was all about looks baby and I could pull off just about anything as long as you didn’t mind me being half comatose during it all. No self esteem. A rich girl, driving a Benz, daddy’s money…broken,empty, a shell, but if you’re going to live it up honey…you mine as well raise hell.
All joking aside as none of this was cute. I went from being the apple of my Father’s eye to a person he wanted to mute. There were no more explanations. The party was over for me. I just wanted back that wholesome loving family. I look back now and realize that it would have never happened. I just want peace in my heart and my dad to love me with no recourse. I will thank God until my last breath…he kept me alive even after my death.