Hey followers, my name is Lyla. I grew up on a plantation in the northern Democratic Republic of the Congo. Sometimes, my parents beat me because they wish they had an abortion. Sadly, I have the Ebola virus and HIV because my father sexually abused me when I was younger. I wish I had never been born. I believe in God, but it’s hard sometimes when you are living in a home of such little faith and when nothing is going good for me. My faith is still strong, I guess. I will never have enough money to own a pig, or a duck. All I have is my elderly goat that I sometimes get milk from, but usually I have to cross the plantation and the river to go get milk from the African market. It’s usually already spoiling, but it gets my family by. I wish I was prettier, so I could move to America, because America loves a pretty girl. If I could read, I’d be team edward. I’ve heard he’s cute from my trips to the city.
It sounds like we both live hard lives and could benefit from a face transplant. Would you like to be breast exam buddies?