Wednesday, August 19, 2009

New tattoo.


Sunday, August 16, 2009

How can I be anything else but myself?

See me, I'm not the type to chase after my man. I'm an ill ass girlfriend, trust and believe. I'm not gonna ask you who you're with, when you're coming home, what you're wearing, where you're at, etc. Because I got trust. I know I got a lot to offer, I'm independent as fuck and I don't need a man, to be honest. But when I got one, I'm grateful and I put him on top of the world.... I will be faithful, and I will be down as fuck. If he wanna play games, waste my time, cheat on me, etc. then that's on him, on his mind, on his conscience.

I'm good.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Are you in love, or were you in love?

I ask myself this question a few times a day. As of a few months back, things between the Mr. and I have not been too great. No fights/arguments or anything of the sort, we've just been reaaaaally distant. Before this came on, I'd want to spend every free moment w/ him... And now I really make no effort to see him. I'm not sure what's going on - maybe I'm falling out of love. Is that possible? I was looking at previous posts, where I would talk about how much I loved him and blah blah blah.... I think I forgot how that used to feel because I don't think I feel it anymore. All the butterflies that came when I would look at him, I don't feel/see that anymore either. I'm wondering if maybe it's time to retire December 18 2007.....

I gotta go to work, holla.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Lies only lead to more lies.

I really wanted things to be cool between us. Ya know, as friends or whatever . . . . But that can only be if we're real with each other.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

I met a blind kid today . . .

He is 18 years old and he's been blind since he was born. He was very sweet and polite, and he had a nice smile. I talked to him for a lil' bit, and eventually he came around to tell me that he hears people say the sky is blue, and he knows for a fact the sky is blue - but he wishes just once he could see it for himself. He told me that he wishes he could see flowers and grass - and what his mom looks like.

I felt bad for him, because I cannot imagine what it must be like to see the whole world in black. What it must be to hear the waves and not see the ocean, or hear the rain and not see the drops on the window.

I take too many "simple" things for granted, and my encounter with this kid today was kind of a slap in the face.