2006-08-09

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Somebody asked me why I wrote a diary on-line. I told them, I had nothing to hide, my life is like an open book... and these are my characters... (more will be added as they appear.)


Broken:

The one and only creator behind ~Broken*Words~. I'm 24 now, much older than when I first started this and I have no idea how to wrap my brain around that. Adulthood isn't what I thought it would be that's for sure. I'm a work in progress. Trying to start over and start again. Just a girl trying to find her own way in this fucked up world.

Aiden
My Ex-husband. A veteran at 22. Purple Hearted, imagine that. PTSD, sadist, and a penchant for the unfaithful. Everyone makes mistakes.


Blue:
He was my ex-boyfriend on and off for a really important time in life. It was a rollercoaster and it came to an end. I'll never stop caring, but sometimes someone has to walk away.

Blue Eyed Babe:
Just a boy, a beautiful boy who despite everything else still cares a great deal for me. Is the rollercaoster up or down or over yet?

Bri:

My now 5 year old goddaughter, light of my life. Kids grow up so fast these days.


Hank:

Short but intense. I have never met anyone like him in my life.

Jace:

AKA: Boyface or The Boy....I suppose you could call him an ex. But it doesn't say enough, he was more than that. Young love will only break your heart.

Jonas:
Should have been the one. Dream guy all around. Never lets me down though I continue to do it for him. For whatever reason he has never left my side, I still can't figure that one out.

Nor-Muffin:

My nor-muffin angel. Goddess and muse. I put her through more than she ever deserved but she stuck by me. The only person I know who truly even loved me at my worst.


Rikka:

My absolute best friend in the entire world. Hands down, she is the coolest chicka in the entire world! She is crazy cool! Funny and sweet, and not to mention, the reigning living room olympics champion.

The Sex God (aka SG):

No matter how hard I tried, I could not escape him. Sometimes I thought I was breathing for him, and other times I felt I was suffocating because of him.

brokenwords2 at 6:39 p.m.

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