It’s my birthday…and I’m buying my own birthday cake

It’s my birthday… and I’m buying my own birthday cake. Now I didn’t literally buy my own birthday cake,though I probably could have, you get the idea. I just turned 22, and you would think at such a young age I would be having the time of my life. The truth is my life has taken a complete 180.  

 

I once was a girl who literally had the world by it’s balls. I had a perfect 4.0, an amazing part time job working at a spa where I could probably set the place on fire, and end up with a promotion in the rebuilt store. I had several boys at my beck and call, almost to the point of them wiping my ass for me. I was working out seven days a week, and was in top physical shape. I had one bill a month that cost me $50, you could imagine where the rest of my money went. To say I was unstoppable would be an understatement. Most people say you don’t know what you have until its gone, well, in my case I knew what I had, and now that it’s gone, it certainly has made for one interesting adventure. 

So you might be thinking, ah, a classic tale of a little princess who ruled the world, but took advantage of the power given to her. An evil witch must have came to her castle and stripped all her magical powers away. Now she is a peasant living with her evil step mother, and sisters. Okay you probably aren’t thinking to that extreme, but I’m sure you are curious as to what happened after those balls turned into a vagina, and suddenly I had nothing to grab onto anymore. 

So since this is my first time blogging I want to make sure I don’t overwhelm you by writing too much on my first post. I consider this the introduction to one thought provoking venture.