Hello I'm Bianca, and this is my story.

I come from a large place. Las Vegas. My family, we were quite alright and we were living well. We had lots of maids and I never suffered for a day. I enjoyed life to the fullest, of course on the outside. But on the inside, something was still lacking.

I don't have a mom, my mom died when I was about ten years old.

I'm thirty one now, and it's safe to say a whole lot has changed in my life.

Shit happens, good or bad. But shit definitely happens.

I don't regret a thing. I'm also pretty scared of thunderstorms....