People tend to think your name defines you. They tend to think your past and actions defines you, but that’s not the case!
My parents named me Jessica, which means Gift. Who is Jessica? That’s a really long story. Is she a gift to someone? Is she gifted? Is she a shooting star? Or an evil gift to wrong doings?
No, I’m not. Truth be told, God gave me life and each and every day I wake up and try to be a better version of myself. I don’t know who Jessica is, because I’m still learning to be myself and I don’t need you to predict what I want and don’t want. My name doesn’t explain my life.
Every person has a story to tell, but none can understand your story than the hand behind it, because that hand has been through laughter that ended in pain. You can never feel what I’m feeling inside, so never ever try to be in my shoes, we don’t wear the same size.
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