Broken Bella Donna

{October 19, 2014}  

I think I was born with the knowledge of all the men in my head that I would meet, who would have some sort of impact on me – the men who would shape me and teach me, whether it be negatively or positively. Quite seriously, nearly every male that has had some sort of influence in my life (barring just one I think) has had a name that I’ve always loved, since I was very young, long before meeting most of them. PP, my last two exs, the first guy who really hurt me… even the random guy down the road who is awkwardly hot for me. Oddly, the one guy who really shaped who I am today the  most… I hated his name. The rest I loved. No in between. Lets assume I’m not picking people to socialise with based on their names.


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