ava, realmente qué es lo que más te atrae de ashleigh físicamente? jiji
suena a cliché, pero su mirada. es especial, muy especial.
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ava, realmente qué es lo que más te atrae de ashleigh físicamente? jiji
suena a cliché, pero su mirada. es especial, muy especial.

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Lauren: I HAD MASS TODAY AT SCHOOL
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teddy: MASS?
teddy: maths?
Beckeh: Like religious?
Lauren: I GO TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL
Lauren: NO.
Lauren: MASS LIKE CHURCH
teddy: DA FUQ IS CATHOLIC
Lauren: AHAHAHAHA
Lauren: IT'S CHRISTIAN
teddy: I KNOW NOT OF CHRISTIAN
teddy: THE ONE OFF EASTENDERS?
Lauren: BUT BUT BUT BUT IN MY AP US HISTORY CLASS
Lauren: WE COMPARED CATHOLICS TO DEATH EATERS xD
teddy: HES WITH ZANAB NOW
teddy: YOU CAN HAVE HIM
"Landon"
So, here is the "humiliating and personal" thing I want to talk about. Around this time last year, I met a boy on a social networking site, his name was "Landon." "Landon" was a really cool and sweet guy. I kind of liked him, but he lived a bit far, and I was already talking to other people, so we kind of just stayed friends, even though feelings were there. As time went on, I had my heart broken once, and I dated another guy, "Landon" was there the entire time for me. I really appreciated "his" friendship. Around the end of December, "Landon" and I started talking again, re-igniting old feelings I had for "him." By the beginning of January, I decided,"Why not?" and went out with "him." But, you know it's the internet, so we talked on the phone a lot, he sounded like a boy, my friends and family thought he sounded like a boy, he seemed to check out; I trusted him, why would he lie to me like that if he cared about me so much? We dated for four months. To be honest, those were some of the happiest four months of my life. Then, one day, the day before my AP Art History exam and AP week, I get a text from him, it says,"Check you e-mail, you're gonna' hate me." It was around 6 or 7 P.M. and I was helping my teacher with a night lecture for the APUSH exam. I went to go check it, because I had to download something off the internet anyways. And I begin to read, to sum it up, "Landon" isn't "Landon," "Landon" is really Ashleigh. "Landon" was really a girl posing as a boy the entire time. It's embarrassing, and it's humiliating. I essentially went out, fell for, and loved a girl. Even though the entire time I thought "he" was a boy. I was really shocked. And because it was AP testing week, I had no room or time to mope or digest it, I had to push my emotions aside and go on and get business done. I didn't really cry or feel bad about it until weeks later. But the thing is, I was really confused, did I love a girl? Does this make me bisexual? Can I ever really get over something like this? And the e-mails from her friends explaining everything didn't help. I remember one quote said,"Ashleigh told you the truth about everything, the only thing she lied about was her age and gender." And during the e-mail, I wondered,"Why the hell did she do this?" Turns out, (I am paraphrasing) Ashleigh thought I could use someone to love. That someone needed to love and car for me, Ashleigh thought that if she could show me love and affection, I would trust humans more and become a better person. She did it all out of "love." Now, I was angry, and out of control, and I called her a,"Psychotic bitch." Which is wrong, I know, but I was mad. Her friends were all in on it, they all disagreed but helped her nonetheless. I was in shock, and angry. This was all supposedly out of love and trust and to "help me." I didn't need any help. I was perfectly fine beforehand, and I never needed anyone. For the first time, I fully confided in someone and trusted them with everything I had, just for it all to be a lie. I'm still somewhat dealing with it, it still bothers me. But my mom and dad tell me to shut up about it, they tell me it's no one else's business. I'm embarrassed and humiliated. I never thought something like that would have happened to me. But it did. I know she is going to read this, and I don't care. She can argue for her position all she wants. Actually, she recently sent my friend this message over tumblr:
Well, I see he probably gave you the “She’s a psychotic bitch.” speech. He didn’t explain it to you, obviously. If you want to know, ask. Yes, I have problems. I’m always going to have problems seeing as my dad’s in jail for molesting my sister and I and i’m still going through the court process for that. Excuse me for doing something so that I could feel wanted and loved. And, despite what I've gone through, I still find it hard to not hate her. I know I shouldn't, I know I should be forgiving, but I'm just not sure I have it in me this time. I don't want anyone on here attacking here, I want no one to give me pity, I just want someone to listen. There's a reason I hate humans, and this is one of them.