The real her is someone who can never be figured out by first glance or by what others say, because the real her lies deep down inside the core. She is called by many names and crazy seems to be a popular descriptive word but she doesn’t disagree with this statement. She is simple yet complex and know she’s truly one of a kind. The real her cannot stand when people compare her or say she reminds them of this person. For who wants to be known as someone other then themselves. She was born in 1993, growing up she wanted to be a mommy and a princess, she has been in love once and only loved a few amount of men. However she loves people and clicks with them really fast, perhaps too fast. In the end it doesn’t matter because she’s been alone in the darkest of valleys where no sun shines and happiness doesn’t exist in the clear abyss. The real her needs to learn to not get so hothead with strangers for after all the do not matter so why should their words. She fights so hard to be good but it’s as if being bad conquers all and nobody takes her serious unless she uses a cruel force. She can be brutal but she strives be to be soft. The real her wants to love again and love ten times harder then before without all the precautions and confusions. She wishes it would have all been different but she doesn’t regret anything because for the moment it seemed just right, even if it didn’t, it’s what she wanted.  She is far from perfect but she learned to forgive at a young age and give everything you can even if there’s nothing in return because in time the reward will be greater then the deeds. The real her is me and don’t pretend you know me unless you plan on getting to know “the real her” and being there for eternity. People come and go yet, I stick around as long as you do right by me or recognize when you’re in the wrong, and rectify your mistakes.