I hate people generally, but I like people individually.
Keep the grass low and keep the grass cut. Even snakes show up sometimes when you least expect em too.
Learned that everyone can’t be trusted 100%. No offense to family and friends that trust me 100 because I still love yall. It’s just a motto I live by because EVERYONE has done you some wrong in your life.
Staying on the edge not because I’m afraid of people hurting me, but to better pick up myself and not be surprised when the snakes do come biting. Word is bond.
As I’ve grown older the realest friends I know don’t trip when when we don’t talk on a daily basis. Everyone’s all growing up and taking care of each other’s responsibilities. I’m just waiting till we all make it and hit our prime in our mid-late 20’s. Motivation. Pray to God I won’t be having kids by then.
How you love a person shouldn’t be determined by diamond rings or things covered in gold but by their beauty of their soul.
Theres been countless times I have come on here and spilled my guts. Write paragraphs on paragraphs like I’m writing an essay. Its become very therapeutic. Writing out all my thoughts and feelings on a wall of text, reading over my words and analyzing every emotion. It feels good visually seeing my thoughts.
Then back spacing all the letters and text to just a blank page deleting my thoughts. Its become routine and beneficial. Its been a year or two since I’ve heavily done this and I missed it. I’ve kept so many thoughts and emotions inside for years. It feels good to let it all out in writing and deleting it all at the same time. Its refreshing and peaceful and that’s why I can keep coming back. My blog feels real personal to me even though there are hundreds of eyes who scroll past my posts on the daily. To see the things I actually hit “post” on and to feel the things I just erase.
How I Met Your Mother life lessons
How I Met Your Mother life lessons.
I never knew what it meant to truly 3rd wheel till tonight. All my homies would give me the hint to not be a 3rd wheel and I do the same back if I don’t want the homiey hangin.
Tonight was a low, I gave you my pack, my ID and my debit card to hang onto but you still left a homiey hangin. I lost the most respect to you, I can never look at you the same.
I know pussy is pussy but when you leave a nigga to hang it’s a wrap. It’s personal to me because you build that trust over the years, but when pussy comes around you bail.
Bitches come and go but when she leaves, don’t come back to me or the niggas. We ain’t your fall back bitch. I always knew you was like that, but when you do that to me it’s a wrap. I always put my day 1s over any girl unless she’s the wife. Until then just know you lost a niggas respect because I would not put a homiey In that sitaution.
That feeling when you see a chick you was feeling fvckin with a lame ass dude. Like foreal? Thats what you wanted? Could of done the same ishh being a simp and being corny to you but I don’t stoop that low. I honestly try to keep my hate to a minimal but bruh…
Oh well do you then. Good seeing ya but meeting ya mans was evidence enough for me to dead you and reason enough to wonder why I don’t downgrade myself to impress females.
Excuse my humble brag tho, I’m just giving you a piece of my mental right now. At least you don’t have a Tumblr so I can speak my mind. Good luck with that cornball I hope you like corn so you can forever enjoy that dudes corny ass cornfest of being a lame cornball.