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"You've got to get mad! You've got to say IM A HUMAN BEING DAMNIT!! MY LIFE HAS VALUE!!" - (some dude on New AmErykah)

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Married to the Father

What happens to a woman when a man says he cares but knows deep down he doesnt?
What happens to a woman when a man says he loves but is only tellin that woman lies?
That woman becomes a menace to society.
Her heart freezes and becomes a ice berg.
She begins to no longer care about that man or any other for that matter.
She begins to think, "What if?"
What if she wouldn't have meet that man?
Would she ever have been able to acually love a man again?
"Maybe," she says to herself.
Maybe, just maybe, her heart would be ok. She digresses.
That is not the life she leads and that is not the heart she claims. Her heart is forever lost now. Lies have been told and feelings have been hurt. The man she thought loved God, was delivered from hell. He stole her heart and decided it was his to play with. She housed his supposed love and he pissed on the floors. She cleaned and scrubbed but couldn't erase the stain of his indiscressions. Her heart was broken. She would never again trust another. He said he was unlike any man especially, the men she delt with before.
He was right!
No man had ever broken her this way.
It was love.
She loved him.
She wasn't in love and thank God. If she was, not only would her heart have been broken, her soul would be condemmed into the depths of hell.
So for now, she claims, her heart is God's.
He is her husband and she knows he'll be with her until death...
Except, they will never part.

Monday, May 12, 2008

What to EAT!

I've been through so much and I've realized that I will continue to go through shit. For as long as I shall live motha fu*kas will always have some shit to do, say, write, etc... that is just gonna piss me off. I was on the fu*k it diet for a while and then I just decided that that wasn't the way to go. So I started to binge on givin a fuck and that totally didn't work out. Now I'm in between and I can't help but be totally and completely even more fucked up. I feel like I can't get right. I don't know who is who any more. I'm not even sure if I'm me. Who can I trust? And if it's better to be alone and no one really needs anybody but themselves... why does it feel so bad to be in that situation? Why is it that when people spend time by themselves for to long they begin to go crazy, if its good for you? Because it's not duh!!! So that leads me to my initial question. What type of diet am I really suppose to be on. Am I just suppose to be eatin shit without givin a fuck? Or am I suppose to be so picky I'm half way starvin myself to death? And if I decide to let it flow...who's to say I wont get like a tape worm or something and die...
(sounds of agonizing pain .:death:. )

Thursday, May 8, 2008

To Do List

Study for finals
Take Exam on time
Go Grocery Shopping
Get Hair Cut
Clean House
Pack Clothes
Go See Chris and Calvin's New Apt
Say "Fu*k them other Ni**as"
Get Paint/ Furniture
Clean Old & New Apt
Paint Walls in New Apt
Fully move in
Light Some Candles
Crack a Bottle
Light a Black n' Mild
Sip/Inhale
Swallow/Exhale

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

M.I.A

Sorry that I've been MIA. I have had a lot going on the past week or so. Normally I blog to release stress or to express how happy I am. I've realized lately that I'm in the middle. I am neither extra upset/mad/pissed etc... or happy/ecstatic etc... so I claim that I have nothing to reevaluate. But today I have realized that I miss blogging and that I did blog for no good reason and it felt good when I did. I know that I don't have many readers but I do appreciate those that do read. I am sorry for those who have missed my ramblings and if u didn't miss me then fu*k you. lol. I guess this blog is suppose to sate that I am back. Seriously. Or at least after finals are over. I have been through a lot these past few weeks. I have met people and lost people and found things out about myself and lost things that i thought i knew. That confusion has led me to this blog tonight. That and that alone. Thank you to all of those who actually care about me. For all those who recognize that life is life and things happen and that you can only blame yourself for your transgressions. I thank God for my life and for showing me the true things in it. Fu*"k everything else. If you don't love me... hate me and go to hell. Period. Thanx for reading.