I hope we make it past this.

I need to clear my mind.

"The higher up you are, the harder you fall" - Marcypoop


Currently progressing swell in my mission. Hollablack. Niggas don't realize that two can play this game. The world isn't ready. And as you said "this could go on for years." Idk bout you but those years could pass us by and they still won't be ready. Whatever's clever, doe.

Mission: Gottagetdaniggaondaleash

Holla atcho girl. I ain't about to be the only bitch in this situation. Hehe, sup bubba.


I'm evil, teehee

Got your back - TI & Keri Hilson

Sigh

Seems like some things are slowly falling into place. I guess i'm starting to realize things. I'm viewing the situation in a different perspective now. Hoping for the best but i'm not trying to get too hopeful because i don't want to end up disappointed again. At the end of the day I know we got each other and for now, that's all that should matter.

Just do you. Note2Self.

Forgive me but i just can't seem to stop complaining about my damn petty ass situations. i am so fucking tired of the bullshit i'm going through. everyday i wonder why i'm still around knowing that i'll be dealing with the same bullshit over and over again. tell what the fuck am i supposed to do when you put me through this shit.


just when i thought everything was going good, shit slips and i'm back to square one. feeling bittersweet about the mini vacay i'm going to but i'm starting to think that this shit is just what i need right now, again. cali proved me wrong about you, surprisingly in a good way. hopefully this beach trip proves me right. i'm just trying to get past this shit. i feel the pain. i feel hurt. when there should be no reason for this. everything's just complicated.

everything is just slipping right through my fingers. i'm slowly losing it. i'm slowly losing hope.

God, pleaseplease help me get through this one. I know this is just another one of those bumps in the road that i'll need You to guide me through.

I wish you weren't so oblivious to the hurt. I wish I could trust you. I wish you could just prove to me one thing. I'm just starting to think this is all wrong. Wrong person, wrong time.

Forevers

When all is said and done, at the end of the day... it all comes down to that one person.

It's time I really get onto the fuckin next one. I don't deserve to be like this. Bitches.. they come, they go. I'm letting go. I'm going with the flow. I'm doing me.. which what I've trying to do for a while now. Fuck it, I've got missions to accomplish. It'll help me move on. Please don't try to bring me down. It's about time I do something for myself.




Wdup papi.

Same fcking shit but just different day.. different time.. different week.. what the hell. i can't stress it enough of how tired i am from all of this. never have i ever, never would i have thought that i'd have to put up such a front to so many people and tell all these little white lies. but never would i have guessed anything.. like ever being the other one. i'm tired of putting myself through the same thing time after time. i ask myself why do i stick around. i tell myself that i'd be better off on my own. i've reminded myself constantly that this is the wrong time. yet, i still don't know how to listen. i am still stubborn. i still don't know what i want. i don't even know how i should feel. never would i have thought i'd be caught in a situation like this one. i'm emotionally and physically tired. i get drained. i'm getting hurt. but. nobody knows. nobody will ever know for a long time.. the world isn't fucking ready that's why. it's not like i'm ready myself anyway. i constantly wonder why do things have to end up like this. why do i have to be the one getting hurt all the time because i'm putting up this front like nothing exists. it's cus people aren't ready for the truth and honestly, i'm not sure what is the truth anymore. the constant fronts and white fib lies seem to be overpowering what i find to be the truth.

i keep getting reminded to just do me but when things have gotten this far.. how am i supposed to concentrate on just doing me? i'm always questioning, trying to find the right answers, but i still tend to find all the wrong ones. I. Am. Tired. I'd love to leave it all and go but it isn't as easy as it sounds. I wish it was. It's been weeks since things haven't been the same at all.. and i know things will never go back to how they used to be. all i can do is keep moving forward, hoping that this will all work out in the end. hearts wont be broken, friendships will only improve, relationships will grow. but who knows. i was the one who say i don't like looking too much into the future yet i still wonder what is going to happen.

"we'll see what happens"

i'm tired of wondering but only time can tell.

"secrets are meant to be found out later on"

if the world can wait, i can too.

Tell me, where do we go from here?

I'm tired of this. Headache after headache. Someone please teach me that it's okay to cry.. that it's okay to not always have everything seem like it's going perfect.. that i don't need to put up a front that i'm always just "fine".. cause lately i've been feeling like a rock. I want to cry but i absolutely can't. I've always been the one to hold up my composure like everything's okay but it's seriously about time for me to have some kind of fucking breakdown so i can let out every damn thing. When you bottle up these emotions, there comes a time when I just need to let it out.

Cali-freaking-fornia couldn't come any sooner. 5 more days. Goin back to where I left my heart and hopefully i'll leave you behind there too. I've played this game for too long.

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K cool. Thanks. K bye.

Absolutely the most fucking confusing piece of shit by far.

Through all this bullkaka nonsense I'm going through, I've learned to confront shit that needs to be out in the open through you. Um, who would've thought I've had the guts, huh.

Change. Change. Change

Sluts are easy but they are NOT wifey material...


Mhm KNOW DAT. At the end of the day you know it's that wifey material a nigga wants.



PS. #)*$ Loyalllll my ass. Heh...