"Here I am, about to start another significant chapter in my life. I’m moving back to the dirty desert, the place I was born and raised, the place that turned me into this impulsive, hyper, boy-hungry girl that I am. Palm Springs, California. San Francisco has been my home for the last three years. I’ve been in school on and off, worked on and off, and loved on and off. Something is telling me to go back to the desert and it’s been haunting my thoughts for the past six months. It all started when I lost myself in a very marriage-like relationship with the wrong person. Don’t get me wrong, I did not let a guy ruin San Francisco for me. There were many factors that played in the mix as well; money, drugs, drinking, two-faced people, and crowded streets.
People say things happen to you after loved ones die. Like certain character traits change, vanish, or even reappear from the depths of your soul. After my parents died in a brutal car accident on my 13th birthday, my life started over again. My grandparents did an almost perfect job in making sure I was always okay, mentally and physically. If they hadn’t taken me in, I simply would not be anywhere close to who I am today. But this isn’t about my early teenage years. September 24th, 2007, three of my very close friends died in a car accident. It was our senior year of high school and things got fucked up. I got fucked up. Getting through the rest of that school year was one of the hardest things I’ve ever dealt with. I didn’t know where I was going to college yet, but I knew I was going. I was thinking LA or Portland, maybe even Chicago. All I knew was, the desert meant death and I had to get the hell out of there.
The accident seemed to last forever. The victims were three carefree kids that went to a small private school, they had it all. Completely perfect lives. My boyfriend at the time, Dan, who immediately became a huge part of my life, went to school with them. He got hit the worst out of all of us. They were literally his best friends. I remember him saying, “I need to go buy some new video games now that I don’t have any friends left.”
High school had always been an extreme roller coaster for me. Freshman year was an adventure of growing up and loosing baby fat. I got prettier and smarter. I started hanging out with some good kids, not the ghetto kids I strutted around with in middle school. This is when my boy craze really hit off."
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