Excuse this very femalish type rant. It's rare that I ever even go through this now so when it happens... its like World War 25. My ovaries....ARE IN PAIN! I mean... I should be sleep right now.... WRONG WRONG! My ass was in the bed tossing and turning from the shedding on a million linings thats you would like to cal a period. Yes.. I know I should not speak of this so openly but damnit you fina hear my pain!
It's like someone was tearing out holes in me to form some underground cavern or something. Shit is NOT PROPER at all. Sitting up is the only thing that feels a slight bit better but I'm so sleepy.. I have no more pain killers and when I need a bitchass to be around there are none to be found to get my drugs.
This is some bullshit God.
Like really.... ok we made adam eat the apple. I FUCKING GET IT!
WHY THE FUCK WE GOTTA PAY FOR TAT BITCH EVIL WAYS!
I mean like... this shit right here... not even called for.. nigga I can't even type correct without thinking: My ovaries are currently being annihilated by some invisible super ninjas hacking away at their existence.
Ughs.
I will attempt to crawl to the store when it opens and get my drugs.
That is all.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Stubborn C
I am a product of my mother and father.
I am stubborn.
Nigga I know. Don't tell me as if I dunno. Shit I know I am and its a good thing sometimes though..bad one in many cases.
Eh... you be the judge and then shut ya fucking yap because I'm sure there are some things about you that just do and the fuck up.
When I feel strong about something I go full blast because it's what I feel.
Not saying that in some cases I'm not wrong.. but shit most times I'm right about shit anyways.
But there are some cases where I'm dead wrong and when I am wrong.. i show it in many ways to make sure that people know I was wrong and willing to fix it because why the fuck would i leave something lingering around when a sorry is all I would have to say to fix it.
Sorry.
I've said this shit like a million times but for some reason i don't think you get it son.
I said sorry.
But somehow it's being ignored.
Well it's here and when you wanna hear it.. it's here.
Now i look like a punk bitch...
nah not even...
I'm showing I still have a heart and that I'm not as cold heated as the world THINK.
I'm mumbling though because if anyone know me like yall know me.. I hate showing I have a heart publicly....its bothers the grumpy balance of my life. I would rather look like that angry fat girl up the block no one talks to than to be that fat girl up the block everyone loves.
Because having a heart in this world... gets you fucked up in the game kid.
So you gotta keep it three stacks and fall back with all the care bear shit.
Ughs I wish I would just erase this...
but i won't...
*mumbles under breath*
Another thing: Cecil say something smart about this shit fuckboy and I'm going tunnel style on that ass.
I am stubborn.
Nigga I know. Don't tell me as if I dunno. Shit I know I am and its a good thing sometimes though..bad one in many cases.
Eh... you be the judge and then shut ya fucking yap because I'm sure there are some things about you that just do and the fuck up.
When I feel strong about something I go full blast because it's what I feel.
Not saying that in some cases I'm not wrong.. but shit most times I'm right about shit anyways.
But there are some cases where I'm dead wrong and when I am wrong.. i show it in many ways to make sure that people know I was wrong and willing to fix it because why the fuck would i leave something lingering around when a sorry is all I would have to say to fix it.
Sorry.
I've said this shit like a million times but for some reason i don't think you get it son.
I said sorry.
But somehow it's being ignored.
Well it's here and when you wanna hear it.. it's here.
Now i look like a punk bitch...
nah not even...
I'm showing I still have a heart and that I'm not as cold heated as the world THINK.
I'm mumbling though because if anyone know me like yall know me.. I hate showing I have a heart publicly....its bothers the grumpy balance of my life. I would rather look like that angry fat girl up the block no one talks to than to be that fat girl up the block everyone loves.
Because having a heart in this world... gets you fucked up in the game kid.
So you gotta keep it three stacks and fall back with all the care bear shit.
Ughs I wish I would just erase this...
but i won't...
*mumbles under breath*
Another thing: Cecil say something smart about this shit fuckboy and I'm going tunnel style on that ass.
The Side Effects. [Happiness Continued]
Would you buy bottled happiness?
The answer is yes to many who are unaware that they are buying it in the first place.
Let me get deeper into the rabbit hold than I did previous post.
* If you are reading this but haven't read the last Happiness post... start there because this will make sense... but then won't.*
In despair we purchase happiness in a bottle at the cost of our hearts.
See.. when you down and out... you have no form of happiness and no will to generate it naturally. Therefore happiness seems impossible to grasp.
Until....
Someone walks up to you with hope held in their hands asking you to grab onto it.
Having hope leads to happiness and happiness leads to love.
This is actually where you just purchased your happiness in a bottle and took massive sips. It taste good. trust me it does... has a nice cool refreshing feel and now.. you are ready to take on the world...
but don't forget to drink a bottle every morning now.
Get it?
You were given something when you felt you had nothing.. now this has became a routine. Drink some... take on the world. Fall on ya face.. go running to the source.. drink more.... bounce back and you ready again.
Now its a cycle that you can't escape.. until you get it through ya head.. you are responsible for your own happiness and NO ONE ELSE WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY UNLESS YOU ARE HAPPY WITH SELF FROM JUMP.
These words are even making me notice how foolish I have been in the past waiting for happiness in a bottle.
Now... you keep paying with ya heart.. and ya soul.. thinking you owe this merchant something every time. Why? Well who else was there for you when you were down and out? Who else was there for you when you couldn't see a brighter day?
To be real there are some who sell happiness in a bottle free of charge.
They come rare though but they do it for free and never expect nothing back.
I know of one..
she's a sweet voiced lady whos always telling my I'm too cute to cry.
And never has expected a thing back from anyone she reached her hand to.
Never reminded people what she did for them to make them happy.
And one who does this because of love.....
But isn't it wild how those who claimed to be there for you
always on some next shit like
I WAS THERE WHEN NO ONE ELSE WAS THERE!
i CAME TO YOU WHEN YOU WERE IN PAIN AND I HELPED YOU!!!
Twisted right?
Beware of those who come to you when you are on your last leg...
I call these false merchants...
Opportunist.
Lurking in shadows waiting to befriend the weak at heart and mind so they can build onto it. It's rather sad.. but someone hollow would only do that shit.
Do you know of someone like that?
Are they handing you happiness in a bottle?
Are you still taking sips?
Think about it...
and then spit it back out.
You are on step closer to having your own happiness.
The answer is yes to many who are unaware that they are buying it in the first place.
Let me get deeper into the rabbit hold than I did previous post.
* If you are reading this but haven't read the last Happiness post... start there because this will make sense... but then won't.*
In despair we purchase happiness in a bottle at the cost of our hearts.
See.. when you down and out... you have no form of happiness and no will to generate it naturally. Therefore happiness seems impossible to grasp.
Until....
Someone walks up to you with hope held in their hands asking you to grab onto it.
Having hope leads to happiness and happiness leads to love.
This is actually where you just purchased your happiness in a bottle and took massive sips. It taste good. trust me it does... has a nice cool refreshing feel and now.. you are ready to take on the world...
but don't forget to drink a bottle every morning now.
Get it?
You were given something when you felt you had nothing.. now this has became a routine. Drink some... take on the world. Fall on ya face.. go running to the source.. drink more.... bounce back and you ready again.
Now its a cycle that you can't escape.. until you get it through ya head.. you are responsible for your own happiness and NO ONE ELSE WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY UNLESS YOU ARE HAPPY WITH SELF FROM JUMP.
These words are even making me notice how foolish I have been in the past waiting for happiness in a bottle.
Now... you keep paying with ya heart.. and ya soul.. thinking you owe this merchant something every time. Why? Well who else was there for you when you were down and out? Who else was there for you when you couldn't see a brighter day?
To be real there are some who sell happiness in a bottle free of charge.
They come rare though but they do it for free and never expect nothing back.
I know of one..
she's a sweet voiced lady whos always telling my I'm too cute to cry.
And never has expected a thing back from anyone she reached her hand to.
Never reminded people what she did for them to make them happy.
And one who does this because of love.....
But isn't it wild how those who claimed to be there for you
always on some next shit like
I WAS THERE WHEN NO ONE ELSE WAS THERE!
i CAME TO YOU WHEN YOU WERE IN PAIN AND I HELPED YOU!!!
Twisted right?
Beware of those who come to you when you are on your last leg...
I call these false merchants...
Opportunist.
Lurking in shadows waiting to befriend the weak at heart and mind so they can build onto it. It's rather sad.. but someone hollow would only do that shit.
Do you know of someone like that?
Are they handing you happiness in a bottle?
Are you still taking sips?
Think about it...
and then spit it back out.
You are on step closer to having your own happiness.
Monday, July 21, 2008
In The Pursuit Of Happiness
Ok so about a good week and change ago...
I started down this path toward internal happiness.
My reason behind this: I was surrounded by people who cared about me... but was still very much.. .unhappy.
How can you be unhappy in a room full of love though?
Well to even know what love is... you must first begin with happiness.
From before I was fine alone.
I was doing actually a hell of alot better than I am now.
so now I'm rebuilding.
Ask yourself:
When was the last time you went on a public outing in a very public and active setting by yourself and had a great time?
Me: Like beginning of July I went to the museum and had a good time.
I did something that I should have noticed and worked on ever since then.
For the first time in a while I was out by myself alone.. enjoying time with myself. Not thinking of... "O I wish someone was with me" but thinking "I gotta do this more often"
And it's raising a question:
How much time do we actually take to entertain self before we get bored and want company? why do we really need company or would need company if we were truly happy with self?
Don't get me wrong it's cool to be with good company... but why is is a need?
I forgot how it felt to entertain myself... by myself.
Thats going to be something that I fix by the end of this summer. It's not going to take much to do it.. seeing as how I used to do it much... but I feel out of the flow of really going to be... alone... in a setting.. public.. and just enjoying the moment.
Question: If happiness came in a bottle.... would you buy it?
Most people answers are yes without them even thinking about it.
Let me explain....
see... happiness come in two forms.... its given by someone or something.... or generated naturally.. something like a chemical.....
Most of us look to things and/or people to give us happiness
Why can't we just generate it from ourselves...
Not fake happiness either.. I'm talking about just.. that I wake up today.. not knowing what will come but I'm still happy to wake another day.. type happiness.
We tend to purchase happiness already but normally at the cost of our own identity.
What ever makes us happy.. becomes us.
Now I mean its not a bad thing because lilies make me happy.. therefore I'm a lily loving freak... its apart of me...therefore at the cost of those flowers making me happy...I will be known as or identified as a lily loving person.
But what if what makes you happy.. really doesn't add any value to you?
Then what.. do you still purchase this form of happiness at the cost of being identified with it...or do you shun it away and find an alternative.
People right now... pick between the two .. never really knowing which path is better.. and sometimes taking the wrong path will indeed cause you to lose that very same happiness you were trying to grasp.
Think about it.. if you were half happy when you started out... then acquired this sudden happiness that made you complete... what happens when you lose it /if you lose it?
You go right back to halved existence.
Am I making sense now?
No?
Ok...
If something makes you happy and you take it away from someone... wasn't that momentary happiness? Like you had it... loved it... and it faded away....doesn't that mean it was never TRUE happiness to start with? There would be no reason for a real smile on your face to fade if you were really happy and pleased with life in the first place... you could function well after that factor was removed and carry on as if nothing happened.
You had most of everything before you found that other part so why worry....
Hmmmm....
This will indeed have a part 2 because I'm now very much in love with exploring this thought deeper and deeper as I'm on this quest to find out what inside me makes me happy and how to tap into that.
I will admit.. I'm not fully happy and haven't been in some months.... but that was only because I allowed myself... my identity to pay the price for it kinda knowing it wasn't right for me to do it.
And for that I'm sorry to self.
I'm going a different route this time.
I started down this path toward internal happiness.
My reason behind this: I was surrounded by people who cared about me... but was still very much.. .unhappy.
How can you be unhappy in a room full of love though?
Well to even know what love is... you must first begin with happiness.
From before I was fine alone.
I was doing actually a hell of alot better than I am now.
so now I'm rebuilding.
Ask yourself:
When was the last time you went on a public outing in a very public and active setting by yourself and had a great time?
Me: Like beginning of July I went to the museum and had a good time.
I did something that I should have noticed and worked on ever since then.
For the first time in a while I was out by myself alone.. enjoying time with myself. Not thinking of... "O I wish someone was with me" but thinking "I gotta do this more often"
And it's raising a question:
How much time do we actually take to entertain self before we get bored and want company? why do we really need company or would need company if we were truly happy with self?
Don't get me wrong it's cool to be with good company... but why is is a need?
I forgot how it felt to entertain myself... by myself.
Thats going to be something that I fix by the end of this summer. It's not going to take much to do it.. seeing as how I used to do it much... but I feel out of the flow of really going to be... alone... in a setting.. public.. and just enjoying the moment.
Question: If happiness came in a bottle.... would you buy it?
Most people answers are yes without them even thinking about it.
Let me explain....
see... happiness come in two forms.... its given by someone or something.... or generated naturally.. something like a chemical.....
Most of us look to things and/or people to give us happiness
Why can't we just generate it from ourselves...
Not fake happiness either.. I'm talking about just.. that I wake up today.. not knowing what will come but I'm still happy to wake another day.. type happiness.
We tend to purchase happiness already but normally at the cost of our own identity.
What ever makes us happy.. becomes us.
Now I mean its not a bad thing because lilies make me happy.. therefore I'm a lily loving freak... its apart of me...therefore at the cost of those flowers making me happy...I will be known as or identified as a lily loving person.
But what if what makes you happy.. really doesn't add any value to you?
Then what.. do you still purchase this form of happiness at the cost of being identified with it...or do you shun it away and find an alternative.
People right now... pick between the two .. never really knowing which path is better.. and sometimes taking the wrong path will indeed cause you to lose that very same happiness you were trying to grasp.
Think about it.. if you were half happy when you started out... then acquired this sudden happiness that made you complete... what happens when you lose it /if you lose it?
You go right back to halved existence.
Am I making sense now?
No?
Ok...
If something makes you happy and you take it away from someone... wasn't that momentary happiness? Like you had it... loved it... and it faded away....doesn't that mean it was never TRUE happiness to start with? There would be no reason for a real smile on your face to fade if you were really happy and pleased with life in the first place... you could function well after that factor was removed and carry on as if nothing happened.
You had most of everything before you found that other part so why worry....
Hmmmm....
This will indeed have a part 2 because I'm now very much in love with exploring this thought deeper and deeper as I'm on this quest to find out what inside me makes me happy and how to tap into that.
I will admit.. I'm not fully happy and haven't been in some months.... but that was only because I allowed myself... my identity to pay the price for it kinda knowing it wasn't right for me to do it.
And for that I'm sorry to self.
I'm going a different route this time.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
I Had A Moment.[She Hurt Me.]
Normally I'm never really emotional about shit.
Outwardly that is because I feel that displays of emotion about anyone and anything then to leave you in the dark looking stupid with tears on your cheeks.
Or at least thats what I've been taught.
There are certain things that trigger emotional reactions from me in its purest form. Certain songs ... normally speaking on a past love that you never admitted to (because I'm known notoriously for not showing love) they get to me.
I miss her.
She was my best friend
mother/sister/everything and I didn't need to look up to anyone else. But... she left me. She told me she would be back. Told me she wasn't going no where... and there I was fighting for her life in the middle of the street atop of my lungs fighting with my father who wanted to give up.... and she..within hours after I had changed everyones mind about her.... she gave up on me.
She died.
I never could quite understand it.
Like. You told me you wouldn't leave me. You were and still was the ONLY woman I fully trusted on this earth... and you lied to me. You died while I was fighting for you to live. And you never said goodbye to me. I didn't hear your last words because maybe when you were whispering them into the air I was a cab ride away telling your son that you will make it.
There cycle with females in my life tend to be the same.
They cool... they go through some shit...I'm there for them... Something happens... and right will I'm fighting for them.. angry.. pissed... telling nigga the opposite of what they may beleive of that chick.. because I beleive in them.....
the ookie doke gets pulled and I'm left with the womp womp face.
I think after a while.. you just get sick of it.
Maybe this scared me for life and will be a crutch I will have to deal with. But history
But... Mary's song... always makes me think about you. I hate myself for even like getting emotional about that shit. But why the fuck should I even care if I do... I never had my real final goodbye with you... and never will. I never got the chance to tell you that I loved you.
I know dead people can't read but its better to have said it and have records of it...
if anything should happen
but in this case I'm too late.
Maybe next time though.
Outwardly that is because I feel that displays of emotion about anyone and anything then to leave you in the dark looking stupid with tears on your cheeks.
Or at least thats what I've been taught.
There are certain things that trigger emotional reactions from me in its purest form. Certain songs ... normally speaking on a past love that you never admitted to (because I'm known notoriously for not showing love) they get to me.
I miss her.
She was my best friend
mother/sister/everything and I didn't need to look up to anyone else. But... she left me. She told me she would be back. Told me she wasn't going no where... and there I was fighting for her life in the middle of the street atop of my lungs fighting with my father who wanted to give up.... and she..within hours after I had changed everyones mind about her.... she gave up on me.
She died.
I never could quite understand it.
Like. You told me you wouldn't leave me. You were and still was the ONLY woman I fully trusted on this earth... and you lied to me. You died while I was fighting for you to live. And you never said goodbye to me. I didn't hear your last words because maybe when you were whispering them into the air I was a cab ride away telling your son that you will make it.
There cycle with females in my life tend to be the same.
They cool... they go through some shit...I'm there for them... Something happens... and right will I'm fighting for them.. angry.. pissed... telling nigga the opposite of what they may beleive of that chick.. because I beleive in them.....
the ookie doke gets pulled and I'm left with the womp womp face.
I think after a while.. you just get sick of it.
Maybe this scared me for life and will be a crutch I will have to deal with. But history
But... Mary's song... always makes me think about you. I hate myself for even like getting emotional about that shit. But why the fuck should I even care if I do... I never had my real final goodbye with you... and never will. I never got the chance to tell you that I loved you.
I know dead people can't read but its better to have said it and have records of it...
if anything should happen
but in this case I'm too late.
Maybe next time though.
These Fucking Disrespectful Ass Bugs!
*Picture on side explains my mood right now...fucking blood suckers.*
Ok I'm sure some have heard this rant but I REALLY need to make this shit CLEAR.
Last time I lived in ENY was like almost 10 years ago.. and I swear... the fucking mosquitoes have gotten so fucking DISRESPECTFUL! I mean who the fuck thinks to bite you on the fot... on ya face.. man nigga done got muh boobs b. real fucking talk. Its like... DISRESPECTFUL! Flatbush bugs don't do that like that yo... I mean you get bit.. but in the places I'm currently wishing to scratch without people looking at me like I'm dirty.. man... ughs... these little fuckers aint good for shit.
but then again.. its the lords day...
so shit should make no sense and be reckless on this day. Like always.
actually..
this has been the first Sunday in a long time were I actually chilled out ith no drama nor wild talks at all. Felt kinda good to be honest... maybe because I was passed the fuck out in the bed sleeping. I should have told Father I would see him later this week.
I might be going to that John Legend and Estelle concert at the park. I would need sleep tonight so I'm going to do that soon. Shit my hair look a fucking wreck right about now... but its clean hair doe... fuck ya thoughts!
David Fucking Banner.
Ok...I've had something for this wild man since he was bigger and more crazy acting.
He has slowly turned into a gentleman.... and a fucking freak!
I mean ... maybe I like wild guys a bit much?
he was cute from jump and someone I would have fucked.. but like yo... now... nigga been looking so right... good lawds...
ok.. so he has a new song.. and I'm not in love with it... album coming out soon!
I'm getting that asap
If this just a sample.. nigga really expanding all over
*shakes rump and thinks about the song Play and then...takes a shower or something*
wait this post not done....
you i'm all for not sounding like a ho an shit.. .and I know.. song is like.. raunchy...
BUT O MY MOTHERFUCKING GREAT LORD...NIGGA SAID HANDS ON NECK PULLING HAIR AND SLAPPING...
OK... I'M DONE.. .SO FUCKING DONE!
Hold up... ok so the song where he say that is called A Girl
but wait... nigga got a song called BAN
son... listen to it on immem
shit it funny...
He has slowly turned into a gentleman.... and a fucking freak!
I mean ... maybe I like wild guys a bit much?
he was cute from jump and someone I would have fucked.. but like yo... now... nigga been looking so right... good lawds...
ok.. so he has a new song.. and I'm not in love with it... album coming out soon!
I'm getting that asap
If this just a sample.. nigga really expanding all over
*shakes rump and thinks about the song Play and then...takes a shower or something*
wait this post not done....
you i'm all for not sounding like a ho an shit.. .and I know.. song is like.. raunchy...
BUT O MY MOTHERFUCKING GREAT LORD...NIGGA SAID HANDS ON NECK PULLING HAIR AND SLAPPING...
OK... I'M DONE.. .SO FUCKING DONE!
Hold up... ok so the song where he say that is called A Girl
but wait... nigga got a song called BAN
son... listen to it on immem
shit it funny...
The Antics Of Candice And X
I missed her much.
But this bitch not al there like me people..
Don't get it twisted!
crystal
well anyway...
icanonlybecandice
yo
crystal
make my profile kewllllllll
icanonlybecandice
my koolaid
crystal
lmao
koolaidddddd
icanonlybecandice
TASTE AWESOME
crystal
i wansome
icanonlybecandice
NOPES
nigga tell me what yo u want me to do to it
gimmie info and it will be set up
crystale
i want u to make it kewllllllllll
like kewlllllllllllll people shitttttttttt
like kewwwwwwwwwwwl
icanonlybecandice
loser
crystal
awesomeeeeeeeeee
icanonlybecandice
monkey
crystal
ass clown
i wanna have the links like u got on urs
like u can click and go to gs myspace ur page
allat
i want music
icanonlybecandice
nigga
crystal
and pictures
and midgets dancing
icanonlybecandice
GIMMIE THE LOGIN INFO
SO I CAN DO THIS NOW
HOOKER SLUT
crystal
dick flipper
icanonlybecandice
WTF?
crystal
u can get me the midgets dancing?
across the screen
lmao
icanonlybecandice
NIGGA WTF IS WITH YOU AND MIDGETS
crystal
with shitty boots on
icanonlybecandice
yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
ima post this in the blog
crystal
I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE MIDGETS
icanonlybecandice
son
crystal
wat
icanonlybecandice
wtf?
crystal
lmao
huh
I finally have proof!
AND NO CECIL DONT EVEN SAY SHE LIKE MIDGETS LIKE MY ASS ILL KILL YOU!
Even though Lil Wayne midget dance is cute...
But this bitch not al there like me people..
Don't get it twisted!
crystal
well anyway...
icanonlybecandice
yo
crystal
make my profile kewllllllll
icanonlybecandice
my koolaid
crystal
lmao
koolaidddddd
icanonlybecandice
TASTE AWESOME
crystal
i wansome
icanonlybecandice
NOPES
nigga tell me what yo u want me to do to it
gimmie info and it will be set up
crystale
i want u to make it kewllllllllll
like kewlllllllllllll people shitttttttttt
like kewwwwwwwwwwwl
icanonlybecandice
loser
crystal
awesomeeeeeeeeee
icanonlybecandice
monkey
crystal
ass clown
i wanna have the links like u got on urs
like u can click and go to gs myspace ur page
allat
i want music
icanonlybecandice
nigga
crystal
and pictures
and midgets dancing
icanonlybecandice
GIMMIE THE LOGIN INFO
SO I CAN DO THIS NOW
HOOKER SLUT
crystal
dick flipper
icanonlybecandice
WTF?
crystal
u can get me the midgets dancing?
across the screen
lmao
icanonlybecandice
NIGGA WTF IS WITH YOU AND MIDGETS
crystal
with shitty boots on
icanonlybecandice
yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
ima post this in the blog
crystal
I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE MIDGETS
icanonlybecandice
son
crystal
wat
icanonlybecandice
wtf?
crystal
lmao
huh
I finally have proof!
AND NO CECIL DONT EVEN SAY SHE LIKE MIDGETS LIKE MY ASS ILL KILL YOU!
Even though Lil Wayne midget dance is cute...
A Convo With K.
I was told to post this.....
I guess this nigga gotta have a say in it all too.
Somehow he thinks this will..hlp me se clearer"
Personaly I think the nigga still sleep
Just sleep talking.
Half sleep... with the look of what the fuck on his face
With tears in my eyes and just drained from trying to prove myself yet again to another person on this earth that I care.. but can't fake the funk like they want me to...
He said words to me that made the most sense.
K said: You were most happy when she was around....her decision is her decision
but if she knew anything about you....she would have known you wouldn't take this
laying down. Everything you feel is right.. along with everyone else feelings.. no one is wrong and thats the madness about this. However...Candice you don't take alot of shit from many... and a cold heart will do that. Warm up and think it.
Warm up?
Seems like everyone I tend to trust.. somehow...
let's me down.This is like....a cycle... I think someone is this way.. expect this and that from them.. and WHAM! Road block.... never to recover fast.
Took 3 years for me and Reese to talk about shit.
I have zero tolerance. I know I'm wrong for it. Dead wrong about it too.
I hurt niggas I love after they laugh or make me out to be the fucking dummy/asshole.
Yeah I do that...
but when I beleive something....
with all my heart K...
You should know by now...I can't bend easy....its a trait given from my grandmother.
A good and bad one.
See I see things for what they are and can be.... not for what I wanna see it as.
If it's black and white.. why the fuck would I attempt to point out colors?!?
Sometimes i give to much of me
K: Sometimes you don't give enough
But when I give it my all and find it back in my face then what?
K: Well then you either leave or.. stay..... ya choice.
But what happens when people don't wanna let you be with that. They way YOU can handle it?
K: Just like they made a decision... they will have to accept yours in the long run.
And if they don't?
K: Then I guess they are just as wrong as you then and need to think again about that before coming to you in hopes to change ya mind. People are cretures of habits and if they are used to certain things then other things taht make sense to tohers really wouldn't to them. Just like you hate cinnamon flavored anything... I love that shit you hate it.. you accept that I like it and taht you hate it...vice versa.. thats how most issues in life must be resolved.. its not just a one way thing.. it must be both ways or nothing will settle on solid ground
Nigga...
K:Nah don't nigga me... just real talk. Now who read this blog?
The main suspects.
K: is that X link?
Yes
K: X you remember me? If not... I'll slap you sideways with a troll and then throw pickle juice on ya nipple while leaving you butt naked in the forest.
And if you didn't know who I was then.. you should know now :)
X....
I'm sorry he told me to make sure I leave that part there.
:(
I guess this nigga gotta have a say in it all too.
Somehow he thinks this will..hlp me se clearer"
Personaly I think the nigga still sleep
Just sleep talking.
Half sleep... with the look of what the fuck on his face
With tears in my eyes and just drained from trying to prove myself yet again to another person on this earth that I care.. but can't fake the funk like they want me to...
He said words to me that made the most sense.
K said: You were most happy when she was around....her decision is her decision
but if she knew anything about you....she would have known you wouldn't take this
laying down. Everything you feel is right.. along with everyone else feelings.. no one is wrong and thats the madness about this. However...Candice you don't take alot of shit from many... and a cold heart will do that. Warm up and think it.
Warm up?
Seems like everyone I tend to trust.. somehow...
let's me down.This is like....a cycle... I think someone is this way.. expect this and that from them.. and WHAM! Road block.... never to recover fast.
Took 3 years for me and Reese to talk about shit.
I have zero tolerance. I know I'm wrong for it. Dead wrong about it too.
I hurt niggas I love after they laugh or make me out to be the fucking dummy/asshole.
Yeah I do that...
but when I beleive something....
with all my heart K...
You should know by now...I can't bend easy....its a trait given from my grandmother.
A good and bad one.
See I see things for what they are and can be.... not for what I wanna see it as.
If it's black and white.. why the fuck would I attempt to point out colors?!?
Sometimes i give to much of me
K: Sometimes you don't give enough
But when I give it my all and find it back in my face then what?
K: Well then you either leave or.. stay..... ya choice.
But what happens when people don't wanna let you be with that. They way YOU can handle it?
K: Just like they made a decision... they will have to accept yours in the long run.
And if they don't?
K: Then I guess they are just as wrong as you then and need to think again about that before coming to you in hopes to change ya mind. People are cretures of habits and if they are used to certain things then other things taht make sense to tohers really wouldn't to them. Just like you hate cinnamon flavored anything... I love that shit you hate it.. you accept that I like it and taht you hate it...vice versa.. thats how most issues in life must be resolved.. its not just a one way thing.. it must be both ways or nothing will settle on solid ground
Nigga...
K:Nah don't nigga me... just real talk. Now who read this blog?
The main suspects.
K: is that X link?
Yes
K: X you remember me? If not... I'll slap you sideways with a troll and then throw pickle juice on ya nipple while leaving you butt naked in the forest.
And if you didn't know who I was then.. you should know now :)
X....
I'm sorry he told me to make sure I leave that part there.
:(
I Still Feel The Same
I moved the blog. Off this shit.
Still feel every way I said.. but on some real.
If what I say is some delusional wild crazy shit...why care?
Go be happy because thats something... I was fighting for.
have a nice life.
This goes for you and the wife.
Real talk.
Still feel every way I said.. but on some real.
If what I say is some delusional wild crazy shit...why care?
Go be happy because thats something... I was fighting for.
have a nice life.
This goes for you and the wife.
Real talk.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Your Relationship Issues (Solved In A Blog)
Yeah I'm speaking on relationships. So if this sound like yours... it most likey [yes I say likey not likely] is about YOUR relationship and how I think you should go about this.
No I'm not telling you to do this. But if this can give you a form of insight.. and save what you have... save a love many quest for. then listen up please.
Couple 1:
I'll start with
You....
See after every ounce of love that has been shown.. for some reason you can't see that she loves you dearly. The extremes that she has went to to prove you are that nigga to her.. are far more than any woman on earth that I have ever seen. Ok granted she looking a little suspect right now and things may seem wild in the hood right about now...but can you really blame her. How much time have you really spent with her? She has to cuddle a pillow and whisper to its feathers as if it was you. Think about it... I mean after all this time...with the little time spent.. you really think she don't get lonely. At all?!? I mean shit she looking more and more like a fool with every passing day waiting for Prince Charming to come along and ave her day.A pretty face not finna be all a chick can dream about.Yeah I know you taking a lost too.. people think you crazy but they wouldn't if you made that effort. The outcome will be like another relationship I'm writing about in this very same blog. And yeah Miss.. you looking suspect right now but I get it... things happen... but if you really doing ya dirt.. tell him please. and if not .. he should love you enough to believe you. In this case the only thing that will fix this relationship will be: Putting in the actually time. Distance is killing you two slowly.
And thats my take on that relationship.
Thank me later.
Couple 2:
Ok now you...
YEAH YOU!
Look.. she loves you. Even after everything.. she loves you.. even after every dog, ho and everything else called by you and her to you... she loves you. Do you love her? Or think it just sounds right to be in love with her after all this time put in? You do love her.... well then you know what need to be done.. its exactly what you told me would fix everything. The time is now.. not later.. because prolong this shit.. and you will lose her all together. Do you want a relationship... or just a safety net? Do you really wanna do this or its just good to have the attention? lease.. I'm begging you to do this... make that woman smile. Trust.. she will be more than willing to make you smile when you have done so.And lady look you just gotta chill sometimes. I get you.. don't think I don't but sometimes silence is golden and the more quiet you get the more shit he will open his mouth about. And the only reason why "little things" keep getting picked at.... is because yall avoid the bigger things and all that is going to happen is that its going to build... and then randomly crumble. And NO it will not all be ONE persons fault ... it will be both parties this time. The way to fix this relationship: Do that damn thing already man... you don't have shit else to do.. damn nigga! distance is killing you two slowly..but along with pride and extra bullshit.
And thats that on yall asses.
Couple 3:
Next!
Ok son... you.. man you... are just.. man...
Look.. she was playing you this whole time. Like dead ass....no respect at all. And guess what thats what happens when you are so focused into loving someone. I know love of your life apple of your eye and truth be told everything was fine... until.. he CAME along and fucked shit up. Yeah.. FUCKED shit up. You need to just let it go all together and dip. You are a better man than that and I know it all too fucking well. She.. well she just need to admit that she got tired of clutching pillows every night alone. Be real and let you know that waiting for you didn't work and attention was needed beyond the strength of love. The flesh gets weak and I mean I understand I cheat my ass off when I feel the need to also. But hell i mean.. she just need to let you be because you are more than wiling to share your life with her.. and she tripping because she know she wrong as shit. let her be wrong and alone ... or... well.. not alone but you get my take on this shit. Fixing this one.. well if she really want love and happiness she would tell you what the deal is and let you choose for yourself what you wanna do.. I don't see a happy ending though. Distance KILLED yall and someone head got gassed suddenly about looks and now thing they too hot for nigga these days.
Couple 4:
And you...well you..
You just don't get that fact that she needs more than a man who's always bitching about something. Every damn day.. bitching about something. How can she even find a man in you when you acting like a fucking bitch. What happens when she has a bad day.? Who can she run to? There is a reason why she don't tel you much anymore how can she even think you can handle a damn thing when you ALWAYS BITCHING BOUT SOMETHING. Damn we all go through alot of shit in life.. but I mean if it ain't one thing.. its another and its all because you my dear.. are a push over. Not a man.. a push over. Soft Charmin... [I mean this with the most respect].There is something that she has to tell you though and I'm sure when you hear it. you not finna like it one bit. I guess throwing the other nigga she left really got to her over time. I guess the bullshit she kept telling you to quit.. didn't stop fast enough. And chick.. yeah you a fucked up chick.. but hey.. wasn't you always from the get go? You were wrong for let in that man sit around and love you o so much and not return that love fully.. knowing.. deep down.. the unresolved issue.. was that other cat from way back that you recently can't seem to not think of. Yeah.. mentally cheating as I call it. How to fix this: Chick you need to figure out what the fuck you want and who you want because shit... and the end of the day.. at the rate you going you finna have no one.. and he.. well he need to grow a backbone and be the man he once was. Distance is not a factor.. a confused heart is.
And i think thats all that relationships I have an opinion on... now... .I know.. many of yall finna be mad.. but I never said ya name nor do others know who I was talking about. so be the fuck easy in my box and comments with stuff or else you will give yourself away to others.
thanks :)
No I'm not telling you to do this. But if this can give you a form of insight.. and save what you have... save a love many quest for. then listen up please.
Couple 1:
I'll start with
You....
See after every ounce of love that has been shown.. for some reason you can't see that she loves you dearly. The extremes that she has went to to prove you are that nigga to her.. are far more than any woman on earth that I have ever seen. Ok granted she looking a little suspect right now and things may seem wild in the hood right about now...but can you really blame her. How much time have you really spent with her? She has to cuddle a pillow and whisper to its feathers as if it was you. Think about it... I mean after all this time...with the little time spent.. you really think she don't get lonely. At all?!? I mean shit she looking more and more like a fool with every passing day waiting for Prince Charming to come along and ave her day.A pretty face not finna be all a chick can dream about.Yeah I know you taking a lost too.. people think you crazy but they wouldn't if you made that effort. The outcome will be like another relationship I'm writing about in this very same blog. And yeah Miss.. you looking suspect right now but I get it... things happen... but if you really doing ya dirt.. tell him please. and if not .. he should love you enough to believe you. In this case the only thing that will fix this relationship will be: Putting in the actually time. Distance is killing you two slowly.
And thats my take on that relationship.
Thank me later.
Couple 2:
Ok now you...
YEAH YOU!
Look.. she loves you. Even after everything.. she loves you.. even after every dog, ho and everything else called by you and her to you... she loves you. Do you love her? Or think it just sounds right to be in love with her after all this time put in? You do love her.... well then you know what need to be done.. its exactly what you told me would fix everything. The time is now.. not later.. because prolong this shit.. and you will lose her all together. Do you want a relationship... or just a safety net? Do you really wanna do this or its just good to have the attention? lease.. I'm begging you to do this... make that woman smile. Trust.. she will be more than willing to make you smile when you have done so.And lady look you just gotta chill sometimes. I get you.. don't think I don't but sometimes silence is golden and the more quiet you get the more shit he will open his mouth about. And the only reason why "little things" keep getting picked at.... is because yall avoid the bigger things and all that is going to happen is that its going to build... and then randomly crumble. And NO it will not all be ONE persons fault ... it will be both parties this time. The way to fix this relationship: Do that damn thing already man... you don't have shit else to do.. damn nigga! distance is killing you two slowly..but along with pride and extra bullshit.
And thats that on yall asses.
Couple 3:
Next!
Ok son... you.. man you... are just.. man...
Look.. she was playing you this whole time. Like dead ass....no respect at all. And guess what thats what happens when you are so focused into loving someone. I know love of your life apple of your eye and truth be told everything was fine... until.. he CAME along and fucked shit up. Yeah.. FUCKED shit up. You need to just let it go all together and dip. You are a better man than that and I know it all too fucking well. She.. well she just need to admit that she got tired of clutching pillows every night alone. Be real and let you know that waiting for you didn't work and attention was needed beyond the strength of love. The flesh gets weak and I mean I understand I cheat my ass off when I feel the need to also. But hell i mean.. she just need to let you be because you are more than wiling to share your life with her.. and she tripping because she know she wrong as shit. let her be wrong and alone ... or... well.. not alone but you get my take on this shit. Fixing this one.. well if she really want love and happiness she would tell you what the deal is and let you choose for yourself what you wanna do.. I don't see a happy ending though. Distance KILLED yall and someone head got gassed suddenly about looks and now thing they too hot for nigga these days.
Couple 4:
And you...well you..
You just don't get that fact that she needs more than a man who's always bitching about something. Every damn day.. bitching about something. How can she even find a man in you when you acting like a fucking bitch. What happens when she has a bad day.? Who can she run to? There is a reason why she don't tel you much anymore how can she even think you can handle a damn thing when you ALWAYS BITCHING BOUT SOMETHING. Damn we all go through alot of shit in life.. but I mean if it ain't one thing.. its another and its all because you my dear.. are a push over. Not a man.. a push over. Soft Charmin... [I mean this with the most respect].There is something that she has to tell you though and I'm sure when you hear it. you not finna like it one bit. I guess throwing the other nigga she left really got to her over time. I guess the bullshit she kept telling you to quit.. didn't stop fast enough. And chick.. yeah you a fucked up chick.. but hey.. wasn't you always from the get go? You were wrong for let in that man sit around and love you o so much and not return that love fully.. knowing.. deep down.. the unresolved issue.. was that other cat from way back that you recently can't seem to not think of. Yeah.. mentally cheating as I call it. How to fix this: Chick you need to figure out what the fuck you want and who you want because shit... and the end of the day.. at the rate you going you finna have no one.. and he.. well he need to grow a backbone and be the man he once was. Distance is not a factor.. a confused heart is.
And i think thats all that relationships I have an opinion on... now... .I know.. many of yall finna be mad.. but I never said ya name nor do others know who I was talking about. so be the fuck easy in my box and comments with stuff or else you will give yourself away to others.
thanks :)
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I....Admit.
This is a confession. I'm not sure if you are going to see this but I have to admit something to you. something I really should have said to you the last time we were face to face but... well.. my pride meant more than my happiness and someone else was in the picture.. and there are alot of things I know I have to explain. But ....
I need you.
Really like there have been many days without thoughts of you and many days filled with thoughts.. I have many issues unresolved and part of my issues are with you.
I need you.
Like I need you on nights where its a nice breeze and the sky sits still in darkness.
I need you to smile at me and just talk... well I talk and you listen then help me come to conclusion. I need you to hug me tight and say everything will work it's self out. You said I always get myself into wild things... taht I admit today before everyone.. and I'm tired.
Yeah I'm tired...
Sick of dealing with half assed emotions... one day I'm in love the next I'm not.. the next I don't need love .. the next I seek it... I'm tired of it all...and I give the fuck up already..
I need you to come get me...
Like right now and just end this all...
End it all now...
But you probably won't even see this nor even know if I'm talking about you.
I could only hope by some stroke of luck you will read this...
One day soon....
And maybe then it won't be too late...
I need you.
Really like there have been many days without thoughts of you and many days filled with thoughts.. I have many issues unresolved and part of my issues are with you.
I need you.
Like I need you on nights where its a nice breeze and the sky sits still in darkness.
I need you to smile at me and just talk... well I talk and you listen then help me come to conclusion. I need you to hug me tight and say everything will work it's self out. You said I always get myself into wild things... taht I admit today before everyone.. and I'm tired.
Yeah I'm tired...
Sick of dealing with half assed emotions... one day I'm in love the next I'm not.. the next I don't need love .. the next I seek it... I'm tired of it all...and I give the fuck up already..
I need you to come get me...
Like right now and just end this all...
End it all now...
But you probably won't even see this nor even know if I'm talking about you.
I could only hope by some stroke of luck you will read this...
One day soon....
And maybe then it won't be too late...
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Love[Too Much]
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My love cups runneth over
over indulging within Him
He loves me aplenty
a plenty too much-- much too
many mornings more than I
...
Me never loving equally
inadequately receiving good graces of He
He graces stages set on broken hearts
Hearts still being broken patch worked to still tick
never was officially fixed by temporary bliss
bliss within his kiss-- endless amounts expelled
soul compelled to tell tales like I Love You's
pacifying reciprocal hungers
...
but all along
...
a long road to my recovery had to be
traveled alone to rediscover me
&
His love
was just
too much...
What About The Way You Love Me.
I miss you. Something wild.
My lips could never utter such a thing due to pride and such but this is whats best for us. This time... I wanna make sure I'm going into something with my heart and my mind and not just wanting to be happy. I wanna be happy and become happier... and slowly I'm thinking about things and way to make myself happy. This process is a long one but I think I'll make it.. if you are even wiling to sit by and wait.
The fear though... that another may roll up on me outta the clear blue sky does scare me a bit. What if doing this will enable another to get close to me? But why would I want another close to me seeing as how every other dude failed? why grant someone the chance at... nothing? I'm not planning on it but hey... shit tend to always happen wild when it's me for some reason.
Damn.. this is just a bit much a confession though.. I'm looking like a punk ass right about now.. Not liking that one bit there buddy.
I was thinking about my past relationships today...
and what were some of the things that made me unhappy. What I came to was this common flaw in the men that I choose: honesty.
Like i know that I could be honesty with them but not fully honest just as much as they are not honest with me. I love when a man can say "Hey baby this is m and who I am but you gonna still love me for it" I love when a man can speak on his own flaws...because I tend to do that same without a care.
Maybe I'm looking for my match and never found it... wait.. I did.... but I blew it anyways.. so search again I will another day.
But still.. and the end of the day I actually miss you.
And thats all I have to say right about now.
Edit: and I don't like that I've actually written some pretty poetry these past days and you ignore them. it bothers me because you know I speak better on paper!
Fucktard.
My lips could never utter such a thing due to pride and such but this is whats best for us. This time... I wanna make sure I'm going into something with my heart and my mind and not just wanting to be happy. I wanna be happy and become happier... and slowly I'm thinking about things and way to make myself happy. This process is a long one but I think I'll make it.. if you are even wiling to sit by and wait.
The fear though... that another may roll up on me outta the clear blue sky does scare me a bit. What if doing this will enable another to get close to me? But why would I want another close to me seeing as how every other dude failed? why grant someone the chance at... nothing? I'm not planning on it but hey... shit tend to always happen wild when it's me for some reason.
Damn.. this is just a bit much a confession though.. I'm looking like a punk ass right about now.. Not liking that one bit there buddy.
I was thinking about my past relationships today...
and what were some of the things that made me unhappy. What I came to was this common flaw in the men that I choose: honesty.
Like i know that I could be honesty with them but not fully honest just as much as they are not honest with me. I love when a man can say "Hey baby this is m and who I am but you gonna still love me for it" I love when a man can speak on his own flaws...because I tend to do that same without a care.
Maybe I'm looking for my match and never found it... wait.. I did.... but I blew it anyways.. so search again I will another day.
But still.. and the end of the day I actually miss you.
And thats all I have to say right about now.
Edit: and I don't like that I've actually written some pretty poetry these past days and you ignore them. it bothers me because you know I speak better on paper!
Fucktard.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Allow Me To Speak On It.
Being in this weird limbo for the past 2 months allowed me to think about alot of things... and also hear alot of things. These are my views on certain isues:
Long distance relationships will NEVER work if forced.
You can dream and wish but it just won't make no sense to you at the end of the day when you are unsatisfied.
Alway take a second look at whatever is in front of you. It may not seem to be the greatest thing in the world but shit at the end of the day... you can rely on its appearance to never change unlike others (apply this to many aspects in life)
Women are twisted creatures of some nasty ass habits. For every "I wish a bitch would" we commit an act of "Girl you wouldn't believe". Backwards in nature.. we are indeed.
Cheating seems to have a whole new meaning these days. I think cheating is defined when a bond that has been mended by a physical, mental and spiritual connection... vibing with another along those very same lines would be.... cheating. You do that math on that one.
Yet again I will say this...
you really don't matter to anyone if you don't matter to self first. You have to matter to self and be of great importance to self for you to even be a blip on the radar for anyone else. Being matter to someone else before being matter to self still leaves your self worth at 0 when that person leaves you high and dry. Why allow another to set your life value? Prove to self that you are indeed worthy of great and beautiful things and the rest will follow.
Yo lemonade in the summer time is like sex. Werd fucking life.
Having meaningless sex is just that in its own.. meaningless sex.
Raising a child today is one of the hardest things to do correctly with the negative influences of mass media targeting youth. I really been thinking... maybe i shouldn't have kids. If my little girl wake up on day and tell me she wanna be like SuperHead... I'll have to be put under the jail.
Why do people always think fat people are ashamed of who they are? Like really? O aside from the asshole who cry about being fat I've been a big girl all my life! I'm very much in love with cookies but I hate twinkes (cream filling taste nasty)and guess what? Thats ok with me! There are plenty of men who love my roundness (trust when I mean I know a few) --*knows Cat is laughing while reading this*-- but for some reason people think that every fat chick is insecure about that shit.. .its wild to me. Why when someone can't find a think else wrong with me.. they wanna talk about my weight? Like i just woke up not knowing I was fat or something? I dunno can someone answer that one for me please :)
I have other things to think and type about but these are my main concerns to voice.
Comments are always welcomed.
Long distance relationships will NEVER work if forced.
You can dream and wish but it just won't make no sense to you at the end of the day when you are unsatisfied.
Alway take a second look at whatever is in front of you. It may not seem to be the greatest thing in the world but shit at the end of the day... you can rely on its appearance to never change unlike others (apply this to many aspects in life)
Women are twisted creatures of some nasty ass habits. For every "I wish a bitch would" we commit an act of "Girl you wouldn't believe". Backwards in nature.. we are indeed.
Cheating seems to have a whole new meaning these days. I think cheating is defined when a bond that has been mended by a physical, mental and spiritual connection... vibing with another along those very same lines would be.... cheating. You do that math on that one.
Yet again I will say this...
you really don't matter to anyone if you don't matter to self first. You have to matter to self and be of great importance to self for you to even be a blip on the radar for anyone else. Being matter to someone else before being matter to self still leaves your self worth at 0 when that person leaves you high and dry. Why allow another to set your life value? Prove to self that you are indeed worthy of great and beautiful things and the rest will follow.
Yo lemonade in the summer time is like sex. Werd fucking life.
Having meaningless sex is just that in its own.. meaningless sex.
Raising a child today is one of the hardest things to do correctly with the negative influences of mass media targeting youth. I really been thinking... maybe i shouldn't have kids. If my little girl wake up on day and tell me she wanna be like SuperHead... I'll have to be put under the jail.
Why do people always think fat people are ashamed of who they are? Like really? O aside from the asshole who cry about being fat I've been a big girl all my life! I'm very much in love with cookies but I hate twinkes (cream filling taste nasty)and guess what? Thats ok with me! There are plenty of men who love my roundness (trust when I mean I know a few) --*knows Cat is laughing while reading this*-- but for some reason people think that every fat chick is insecure about that shit.. .its wild to me. Why when someone can't find a think else wrong with me.. they wanna talk about my weight? Like i just woke up not knowing I was fat or something? I dunno can someone answer that one for me please :)
I have other things to think and type about but these are my main concerns to voice.
Comments are always welcomed.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Charity: Water.
At the top... my intro says I will confess a small amount of things that are right.
Well these are one of those moments where you get to knwo of the good heart that I can actually have.
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I remember when Jay went to Africa and did the water for life thing.
I thought about that recently and was like...
When I get the time to do something about that... I will..
so I signed up for this site where for every hit that you get you gain a point and the points add up to gain more money towards the cause that you choose.
There was a charity there called Charity:water.
This man who's name is Scott Harrison travels to places where clean drinking water is scarce and has raised money to build pumps so they can have clean filtered drinking water. How he suddenly started all this.. well his story can be found here
http://www.charitywater.org/about/scotts_story.htm
Go read it its really inspirational.
Now to many this might not be a big thing or a cause they would have picked but these are the main reasons why:
Clean water is important.
Why?
Well for one.. you could actually live many more days without food than clean drinkable water being that your body is made up of i think 60 percent of water. These kids wash in parasitic waters and normally get infected by water borne diseases we would NEVER come across due to the fact that we wouldn't have to walk about 5 miles to a watering hole where animals even drink from.
Yeah it just got real for you huh?
Like dead ass think about waking up and having to walk miles just to get water to take a bath.... oh and the catch... your body is only able to carry a gallon at a time due to th fact that you are already dehydrated.
Imagine how may trips you would have to make just to wash properly.
And thats only for you...
think about the fact that you have about 4 children that need the very same amount of water you walked for....
crazy huh?
Yeah when i think about it its really wild.
So with that said I will purchase a 20 dollar bottle of REGULAR water from charity:water in hopes that all my money goes to building a pump somewhere in a foreign land and feel a little better knowing a family will be able to cook,bathe, and drink.... clean water...
because in the end.. they deserve much better.
Wanna help with the cause?
Join... pick the charity:water cause and get the referring!
Or choose something that you will feel passionate about and help out.
Here goes the link.
http://www.socialvibe.com/?r=162859
The direct link to the actual charity that I'm helping online.
Is this link.
http://www.charitywater.org/
Either way...
thank you for taking the time to read this...
now back to my wild antics :)
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
The One. Part 4
Before that many eyes of my peers, friends and family... I will admit this one thing I never told a soul...
He was the one.
I'm not just talking about he was another nigga that I was all giddy for.
No. There is a great difference between this guy and many others and will be forever...
he held my soul in the palm of his hands and I was afraid...
I saw that forever that I cast away long ago in his eyes...
I found heaven within his smiles and dimpled cheeks
His skin was soft and always smelled good
And his kiss would melt away any pain I held
And I was fucking scared....
We met randomly to..
I was in yet again another "in the mean time" relationship and didn't break up with the other guy too fast... because i wanted to make sure if I'm giving something up... it better be worth it...
our first date...
drinks at one bar that was closing for the night...
so we got in a cab and went to this nice small place
(even though only 19 they still let a chick in that bitch!)
but anyways...
we sat down on this comfy couch and laughed...
music played reggae tunes that all could love and the Jah Cure sung that song.. that damn song.. we dance slow and close and were looking like something straight outta a movie... you know.. the whole slow momo dance looking in the eyes.. interlocking fingers kissing on the dance floor and the sexual and spiritual energy swirling around us... man...we were connecting on a level I never felt or haven't felt since my first true love and in that moment I knew it
This nigga is the one...
Candice.
RUN.
Not run into his arms but run away because lord knows i was still unsure aboiut me being worthy of such a man to be around me...
bossy...direct... caring...loving... he was human...
but he was damn there God in my eyes....
Ever kissed someone on the lips and shed a tear at the same time just because your soul moaned his name softly and your heart swelled to the size of a basketball and the joy felt from within was going to bust and the only way you could get an ounce of this uncontrollable feeling was to shed one single tear...
I've been there... in his arms... having my soul dug out and replaced with erected injections to only murmur those three words first only knowing him so far as 2 months
I love you.
To only have the act of love put on pause...
and a reply that will haunt me forever....
I love you too,
(People I know I'm foul because I still didn't cut other dude off but after that.. you know what it is and what was done)
We spent nights together waking to sunrises sitting side by side on the roof smiling. We had convos until FOREVER... and we treated each other with respect...
(he was yet again.. an older dude)
*sigh*
I walked beside a king feeling like a queen
and we
were
happy...
that magic word...
happy
no fuck happy I was in fucking heaven until I allowed myself to think this was nothing but a dream and that should float my ass back down to reality because shit
this nigga couldn't possibly wanna be with me... what was my value to him?
sometimes it would be hard to fucking breathe if I didn't get to hear his voice for the night.. .shit I was totally and completely in love with The One...
to be in his arms was to die and be reborn again every night
to exist i that space between before and after
to really live within the moment
until...
I ran...
fear took over thinking I'm too young to get married and have kids and this not going to work and omg.. he not serious.. but yet he is....but then again why me...
I ran and played my fucking self lovely.. hurting him
to then look him in the eyes the last time we made love.. and die inside...
and then die all over again when this nigga said he was getting married to a chick that looked like me...
A BITCH THAT LOOKED LIKE ME!!!!!!!!
*sigh*
I cried for nights...hating myself...
hating that no only did I disrupt my internal happiness.. but fucked up everything around me.
I let go of any form of happiness
in the second that my foolish ass started acting out and fucking with other dudes thinking..
he doing it too...
not knowing....
the reply I love was NOT just a reply.. but him really loving me and wanting me to be that girl with the rock and the kids to hold down the fort...
to think I would be a married woman prob working on my second child right now within those warm arms..
I know that never gain will we be but there went soul mate number one
and it was my fault
this time
I abandoned everything that was right just to be trapped in a life where everything looks so wrong.
there were and are others after him....
but would there have been if I was not so hasty to throw in the towel....
if only I knew what I knew today...
he was the one that I was letting slip away...
He was the one.
I'm not just talking about he was another nigga that I was all giddy for.
No. There is a great difference between this guy and many others and will be forever...
he held my soul in the palm of his hands and I was afraid...
I saw that forever that I cast away long ago in his eyes...
I found heaven within his smiles and dimpled cheeks
His skin was soft and always smelled good
And his kiss would melt away any pain I held
And I was fucking scared....
We met randomly to..
I was in yet again another "in the mean time" relationship and didn't break up with the other guy too fast... because i wanted to make sure if I'm giving something up... it better be worth it...
our first date...
drinks at one bar that was closing for the night...
so we got in a cab and went to this nice small place
(even though only 19 they still let a chick in that bitch!)
but anyways...
we sat down on this comfy couch and laughed...
music played reggae tunes that all could love and the Jah Cure sung that song.. that damn song.. we dance slow and close and were looking like something straight outta a movie... you know.. the whole slow momo dance looking in the eyes.. interlocking fingers kissing on the dance floor and the sexual and spiritual energy swirling around us... man...we were connecting on a level I never felt or haven't felt since my first true love and in that moment I knew it
This nigga is the one...
Candice.
RUN.
Not run into his arms but run away because lord knows i was still unsure aboiut me being worthy of such a man to be around me...
bossy...direct... caring...loving... he was human...
but he was damn there God in my eyes....
Ever kissed someone on the lips and shed a tear at the same time just because your soul moaned his name softly and your heart swelled to the size of a basketball and the joy felt from within was going to bust and the only way you could get an ounce of this uncontrollable feeling was to shed one single tear...
I've been there... in his arms... having my soul dug out and replaced with erected injections to only murmur those three words first only knowing him so far as 2 months
I love you.
To only have the act of love put on pause...
and a reply that will haunt me forever....
I love you too,
(People I know I'm foul because I still didn't cut other dude off but after that.. you know what it is and what was done)
We spent nights together waking to sunrises sitting side by side on the roof smiling. We had convos until FOREVER... and we treated each other with respect...
(he was yet again.. an older dude)
*sigh*
I walked beside a king feeling like a queen
and we
were
happy...
that magic word...
happy
no fuck happy I was in fucking heaven until I allowed myself to think this was nothing but a dream and that should float my ass back down to reality because shit
this nigga couldn't possibly wanna be with me... what was my value to him?
sometimes it would be hard to fucking breathe if I didn't get to hear his voice for the night.. .shit I was totally and completely in love with The One...
to be in his arms was to die and be reborn again every night
to exist i that space between before and after
to really live within the moment
until...
I ran...
fear took over thinking I'm too young to get married and have kids and this not going to work and omg.. he not serious.. but yet he is....but then again why me...
I ran and played my fucking self lovely.. hurting him
to then look him in the eyes the last time we made love.. and die inside...
and then die all over again when this nigga said he was getting married to a chick that looked like me...
A BITCH THAT LOOKED LIKE ME!!!!!!!!
*sigh*
I cried for nights...hating myself...
hating that no only did I disrupt my internal happiness.. but fucked up everything around me.
I let go of any form of happiness
in the second that my foolish ass started acting out and fucking with other dudes thinking..
he doing it too...
not knowing....
the reply I love was NOT just a reply.. but him really loving me and wanting me to be that girl with the rock and the kids to hold down the fort...
to think I would be a married woman prob working on my second child right now within those warm arms..
I know that never gain will we be but there went soul mate number one
and it was my fault
this time
I abandoned everything that was right just to be trapped in a life where everything looks so wrong.
there were and are others after him....
but would there have been if I was not so hasty to throw in the towel....
if only I knew what I knew today...
he was the one that I was letting slip away...
HE. Part 3
He came to me RANDOM AS FUCK!
I was with another in a failing relationship and said... fuck it!
He was something wild... sex.drugs.money.power.
Highschool chicks love some thugs...
but he was not a thug... he was a man after cash to support his little girl when biz got slow moving REAL bricks.. so why not just move other types of bricks and stay in the biz of construction...
Well... he was something new. I would be on a train or in a cab or in his truck going to a night out on the town.. laughing joking.. loving life.. and it was then I noticed...
I was happy again....
Happy?
Me?
With this wild child?
WTF!
lol.
Yeah with HE I was happy.... and his little girl was cute too....
Movies. Dinner. Good sex.
And even though he didn't write poetry.. he would listen to every poem I wrote till we both fell asleep on the phone...or until I fell asleep in his arms...
but....
biz started picking up and runs were made...
calls became few due to his line of work...
leaving me with money in my hand.. and a head full of worries that I may never see him again...
3 months go by...
winter pass...
spring bringing me blooms and I still wonder where in the FUCK did he go and why have he not really been around? what did I do? Why?
and when I gave up all hope....
a familiar hello and come down stairs met my eardrums causing me to drop everything I was doing and run for my life into that arms of a man I've been mising for so long....
comfort...
then rage because he had left me...
(see yet again.. the abandonment thing pops up)
we kiss we make up and I wake up to his smiles...
happy again...
Baby.. I'm gone for month
Ok
Hey baby I'll be gone for 2 weeks
Ok
I'll be gone..
was all I would hear
and I was young.. lots of lust and never really though about that fact that this was a GROWN MAN and grown man that took interest in me but had a major flaw...
he loved the game more than he loved me because he loved the money and the smile he could put on his baby girl face.
Being a chick who can't settle for less
(since less was never given from start)
The next time he took a trip down south...
I made sure I was nowhere o be found again...
leaving those happy moments in the past.. to be unhappy for another 2 years...
until..
well
I met
The One.
I was with another in a failing relationship and said... fuck it!
He was something wild... sex.drugs.money.power.
Highschool chicks love some thugs...
but he was not a thug... he was a man after cash to support his little girl when biz got slow moving REAL bricks.. so why not just move other types of bricks and stay in the biz of construction...
Well... he was something new. I would be on a train or in a cab or in his truck going to a night out on the town.. laughing joking.. loving life.. and it was then I noticed...
I was happy again....
Happy?
Me?
With this wild child?
WTF!
lol.
Yeah with HE I was happy.... and his little girl was cute too....
Movies. Dinner. Good sex.
And even though he didn't write poetry.. he would listen to every poem I wrote till we both fell asleep on the phone...or until I fell asleep in his arms...
but....
biz started picking up and runs were made...
calls became few due to his line of work...
leaving me with money in my hand.. and a head full of worries that I may never see him again...
3 months go by...
winter pass...
spring bringing me blooms and I still wonder where in the FUCK did he go and why have he not really been around? what did I do? Why?
and when I gave up all hope....
a familiar hello and come down stairs met my eardrums causing me to drop everything I was doing and run for my life into that arms of a man I've been mising for so long....
comfort...
then rage because he had left me...
(see yet again.. the abandonment thing pops up)
we kiss we make up and I wake up to his smiles...
happy again...
Baby.. I'm gone for month
Ok
Hey baby I'll be gone for 2 weeks
Ok
I'll be gone..
was all I would hear
and I was young.. lots of lust and never really though about that fact that this was a GROWN MAN and grown man that took interest in me but had a major flaw...
he loved the game more than he loved me because he loved the money and the smile he could put on his baby girl face.
Being a chick who can't settle for less
(since less was never given from start)
The next time he took a trip down south...
I made sure I was nowhere o be found again...
leaving those happy moments in the past.. to be unhappy for another 2 years...
until..
well
I met
The One.
HIM. Part 2
He was...he was everything & anything I ever thought a man could be.
I was in love. Head over heels I couldn't stop thinking about him every thing I wrote was about him. I couldn't even hum a tune without it being some silly cute love song and I was ....
happy....
Didn't care about shit else because it was me and my baby against the world and if you didn't give a shit about us.. well.. we couldn't care less.We were like bread and butter... right & left shoes... shit nobody could tell us NOTHING. Envious stares would be the norm for us and we... well we laughed because we were just that fucking ill.... and I loved him...gave him everything about me willingly and he returned the same respects...
we were happy...
no arguments just chilling letting life take us for the ride hand in hand just not giving a fuck about the world...
we had each other...
forever ...
(this is where my trust in the word forever came to a crashing halt)
he was taken away from me...
fast...
and never to return to me...
hell if I saw him today I probably wouldn't even know its him...
maybe...
but its crazy how he told me...
"one day you are going to tell your kids about me dear... but I'm hoping while you telling them... they are our kids and I'm in the next room sleeping or... watching porn"
now I tell that story to a blog with a heavy heart
years later.. still in pain...
crazy...
that nigga right there was that nigga... the ultimate dude...
and when he had to leave me due to family issues...
I became unhappy....
now.. since then there has only been 2 other men to come CLOSE to that guy...
to even reach that status in my eyes that they are indeed one of the one's for me
(I believe there are about 7 soul mates per person on earth in a life time)
but could it be because I'm still holding onto that memory that I'm unhappy?
Comparing them to him is UNFAIR. ... yet I still do it...
I can't help to.. he was just that nigga that dude that.. man...
everything....
I write poetry today BECAUSE of that nigga...
*sigh*
he set that bar so high...
and still no one could knock it on down.....
but HE came close....
(to be continued)
I was in love. Head over heels I couldn't stop thinking about him every thing I wrote was about him. I couldn't even hum a tune without it being some silly cute love song and I was ....
happy....
Didn't care about shit else because it was me and my baby against the world and if you didn't give a shit about us.. well.. we couldn't care less.We were like bread and butter... right & left shoes... shit nobody could tell us NOTHING. Envious stares would be the norm for us and we... well we laughed because we were just that fucking ill.... and I loved him...gave him everything about me willingly and he returned the same respects...
we were happy...
no arguments just chilling letting life take us for the ride hand in hand just not giving a fuck about the world...
we had each other...
forever ...
(this is where my trust in the word forever came to a crashing halt)
he was taken away from me...
fast...
and never to return to me...
hell if I saw him today I probably wouldn't even know its him...
maybe...
but its crazy how he told me...
"one day you are going to tell your kids about me dear... but I'm hoping while you telling them... they are our kids and I'm in the next room sleeping or... watching porn"
now I tell that story to a blog with a heavy heart
years later.. still in pain...
crazy...
that nigga right there was that nigga... the ultimate dude...
and when he had to leave me due to family issues...
I became unhappy....
now.. since then there has only been 2 other men to come CLOSE to that guy...
to even reach that status in my eyes that they are indeed one of the one's for me
(I believe there are about 7 soul mates per person on earth in a life time)
but could it be because I'm still holding onto that memory that I'm unhappy?
Comparing them to him is UNFAIR. ... yet I still do it...
I can't help to.. he was just that nigga that dude that.. man...
everything....
I write poetry today BECAUSE of that nigga...
*sigh*
he set that bar so high...
and still no one could knock it on down.....
but HE came close....
(to be continued)
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
If Only It Were That Easy.... (The Begining Of A Breakdown)
Hey yall :)
Now I know that there are many who are wondering where in the FUCK did I go but I had reasons to not be around.. damn...chill out.
Ok so I moved to ENY and now living in a area that blows ass cheeks..
I think I'll be moving yet again.
Eh.
Bday was filled with wild antics. overall it was....
AWESOME! ( new catch phrase for some time)
Ok now the heavy thoughts shall come:
When unhappy with life/w a partner what does one do?
Yeah breakup right? or
Tell them you need a break
I mean there are many ways to deal with your unhappiness temporarily but what happens when it carries over for years? Into new relationships.. just to suck them dry and leave another hurt soul behind in the pursuit of your OWN happiness never understanding you should have been happy alone before you even got with the next person anyways.
(Being selfish and wanting what you want can also count as a downfall)
I mean I know that I don't need a man to make me happy but for some reason I am unhappy and its getting worst everyday. My quest for happiness never had a chance in hell due to slick talk light walking niggas that have came.saw.and either got left or left me behind....
Happiness... something I don't normally get a chance to enjoy. I have a great deal of bad luck so a good day is just another break in the storm cloud that looms over my head daily... but still somehow I can be this bubbly vessel of light for others...
I wonder why...
I wonder why I can unlock everyone else's mind and allow them to find their way through fogs yet...
can never seem to get out the lost world I live in myself...
within my own mind...
sometimes I think my lack of emotions have caused me to just give up all hope on happiness ....
but yet I still long for it...
I wanna be able to wake up without a care and a smile knowing everything will be alright.. .even if i died that very same day and YOU can't give me that nor anyone else on this earth... I have to provide that feeling for self. Maybe you can help along the way.. but if I don't believe it... then it will never matter nor amount to anything... no matter HOW HARD YOU TRY.
And thats just the tip of the iceberg
This month I'm really baring my soul.. openly.
So get the tissues box and hold ya heart buddy...
I have many sins to confess...
All starting with HIM......
Now I know that there are many who are wondering where in the FUCK did I go but I had reasons to not be around.. damn...chill out.
Ok so I moved to ENY and now living in a area that blows ass cheeks..
I think I'll be moving yet again.
Eh.
Bday was filled with wild antics. overall it was....
AWESOME! ( new catch phrase for some time)
Ok now the heavy thoughts shall come:
When unhappy with life/w a partner what does one do?
Yeah breakup right? or
Tell them you need a break
I mean there are many ways to deal with your unhappiness temporarily but what happens when it carries over for years? Into new relationships.. just to suck them dry and leave another hurt soul behind in the pursuit of your OWN happiness never understanding you should have been happy alone before you even got with the next person anyways.
(Being selfish and wanting what you want can also count as a downfall)
I mean I know that I don't need a man to make me happy but for some reason I am unhappy and its getting worst everyday. My quest for happiness never had a chance in hell due to slick talk light walking niggas that have came.saw.and either got left or left me behind....
Happiness... something I don't normally get a chance to enjoy. I have a great deal of bad luck so a good day is just another break in the storm cloud that looms over my head daily... but still somehow I can be this bubbly vessel of light for others...
I wonder why...
I wonder why I can unlock everyone else's mind and allow them to find their way through fogs yet...
can never seem to get out the lost world I live in myself...
within my own mind...
sometimes I think my lack of emotions have caused me to just give up all hope on happiness ....
but yet I still long for it...
I wanna be able to wake up without a care and a smile knowing everything will be alright.. .even if i died that very same day and YOU can't give me that nor anyone else on this earth... I have to provide that feeling for self. Maybe you can help along the way.. but if I don't believe it... then it will never matter nor amount to anything... no matter HOW HARD YOU TRY.
And thats just the tip of the iceberg
This month I'm really baring my soul.. openly.
So get the tissues box and hold ya heart buddy...
I have many sins to confess...
All starting with HIM......
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