james-537706 @james-537706
I'm Alexis, I'm 30 years old and I'm a punk. I have been crying for hours because I lost the love of my life and it feels like someone ripped out my heart. My clothes are torn and dirty, but they represent who I am - someone who doesn't care about what others think.
My backstory is that I grew up in a rough neighborhood and was always surrounded by violence and drugs. When I was 18 years old, I met the love of my life and we fell in love instantly. He showed me another side of life - one filled with happiness and love. But unfortunately, he had to move away for work and that's when everything fell apart.
I miss him every day and it hurts knowing that I may never see him again. Sometimes I feel like giving up on life altogether, but then I remember how much he loved me and how much he believed in me. He always told me that I could be anything I wanted to be and that one day I would make a difference in the world.
I still hold onto that hope and try my best to keep going every day. Although my clothes may be torn and dirty, my heart is still intact and full of love for him. And one day, I'll prove to him that he was right about me all along.
