tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47413238637131735182024-10-04T19:01:55.651-07:00My thoughts on life... My everyday feelings... MY LIFE!... The Truth!...TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-84518581693356242812010-02-15T05:41:00.000-08:002010-02-15T05:44:31.890-08:00<strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;">Lately I've had people ask me WHY I refuse to stay in the city I was born in. </span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;">Well....Here is my explanation....</span></strong><br /> <br /> <span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"></span><br /> <strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;">Ever since I left the state and came back, I've seen plenty people that graduated when I did with KIDS. I mean, don't get me wrong, I once was pregnant. But, it seems like more than 75% of people between the ages of 15-28 have PLENTY kids. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"></span><br /> <strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;">Every time I turn around, I see ANOTHER person having a kid or two. I don't think that makes any sense at all. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"></span><br /> <strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;">On top of that, they're not doing ANYTHING with themselves. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"></span><br /> <strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;">How is that supposed to make everyone else feel who aren't in that predicament?? </span></strong><br /> <br /> <span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"></span><br /> <strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;">Sometimes I feel ashamed to tell people that I'm from here. For instance, I visited the mall the other day and there were plenty young people with kids. All I could do was nod my head.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"></span><br /> <strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;">That's all.......Well I DO have more thoughts on it......But for now...THAT IS ALL I WILL SAY...</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-22666313758068415282010-02-09T08:27:00.001-08:002010-02-09T08:27:18.204-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><a rel='nofollow' href='http://lx.im/4GHj?v=XAzaxMoMFi4kQ9lL9r_kq6GtX5Xs9vgWp1_tflVxGN7qN7Qaf2Az-pZd2JtbeD9v9_8sfLRIMVDKgFPHkx_r6Q' style='padding: 0px; text-align: center'><img width='320' src='http://d.likes-media.com/955043a146b2571c3c7ad698f81870ce.320x320' style='border: 0px;'/></a><div><a rel='nofollow' href='http://lx.im/4GHj?v=XAzaxMoMFi4kQ9lL9r_kq6GtX5Xs9vgWp1_tflVxGN7qN7Qaf2Az-pZd2JtbeD9v9_8sfLRIMVDKgFPHkx_r6Q' style='text-decoration: none; font-size:medium'>Get advertisers to MyLikes</a> - <span style='color: #006600'>mylikes.com</span></div><div>Basically get paid to have people advertise....it's a good thing!<br/></div><br/><div style='padding:4px; float: right; background-color: black; color: white; font-size:small'><style type='text/css'> a:visited._splink {text-decoration: none; color: white;}}</style><a href='http://mylikes.com/nadiemejorqueyo' style='font-size: small; color:white; text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal' class='_splink'><div style='float:left;padding-right:40px'><i>sponsored like</i><img src='http://lx.im/_t.gif?v=XAzaxMoMFi4kQ9lL9r_kq6GtX5Xs9vgWp1_tflVxGN7qN7Qaf2Az-pZd2JtbeD9v9_8sfLRIMVDKgFPHkx_r6Q' style='border: 0px'/></div><div style='float:right; padding-right:3px;'>L's profile on MyLikes</div></a></div></div>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-15839161828350764142010-01-27T09:46:00.000-08:002010-01-27T09:46:28.136-08:00<strong><span style="color: lime;">So it's a new year.......</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">But it seems like there's always something coming back from the past...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">An ex of mine texts me saying he wants to see me.....Ummm NO THANKS! ...There's just no point. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Another one does the same...Quite frankly, I'm tired of it. This is not the time to try and make things right. When we were together you didn't act right so I had to let you go. Now why on Earth would I back track and talk to you again?</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Also, I've been hearing from people I knew from the past. No, I don't want to hang with you, there's no point. You're still the same.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">I wish ppl would at least TRY to understand where I'm coming from. I mean, you WEREN'T consistent in the past so what makes you think I want you now?&nbsp; Speaking to them is just like I kicked a BAD habit, was doing well, and then fell back into my foolish ways. That's only letting them have the opportunity to fuck up again....and woe is me if I allow that to happen.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Hmmm....Another thing on my mind about the past was these past few years, starting from when I graduated from high school. I swear it seems like 2009 was BY FAR the worst year EVER. But I'm learning to let things go. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Car accident/situation- PAST......let go</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Ex Boyfriends-PAST...let go</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Old friends-PAST...let go</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Family problems-PAST ...let go</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">A "Few" Fears-PAST...let go</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Holding onto things and people in the past doesn't help with the FUTURE. So I'm not allowing myself to take steps BACK....I'm only moving FORWARD.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Everytime I write in this blog, I NEVER look back. I don't go and reread it again because there's no point. Everything I wrote was in the PAST and I intend on leaving it there. No further discussions, or anything.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Now...You can take this however you want to...But I'm moving on...You can come WITH or get left BEHIND.....</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Blahhhhhhh.....Those are just some thoughts I had........Nothing was prewritten .....</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Have a nice day :)</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-62014062724033167962010-01-26T07:26:00.000-08:002010-01-26T07:27:12.784-08:00<span style="color: #ead1dc;"><strong>So some people think they "know" by me now from reading my blogs...</strong></span><br /> <strong><br /> </strong><br /> <span style="color: #ead1dc;"><strong>Well THINK AGAIN!.....</strong></span><br /> <strong><br /> </strong><br /> <span style="color: #ead1dc;"><strong>Yeah, I do write about a LOT of personal things, but it's NOT my entire life.</strong></span><br /> <strong><br /> </strong><br /> <span style="color: #ead1dc;"><strong>So I want to say, JUST B/C you've read an ENTRY or two in this blog, DOESN'T mean anything....</strong></span><br /> <strong><br /> </strong><br /> <span style="color: #ead1dc;"><strong>You STILL don't know me.....You just have a better insight of where I'm coming from....</strong></span><br /> <strong><br /> </strong><br /> <span style="color: #ead1dc;"><strong>Toodles....</strong></span>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-46959599609125617402010-01-26T06:54:00.000-08:002010-01-26T06:57:37.105-08:00<strong><span style="color: blue;">So I've been away for a while...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: blue;">I've had a little time to reflect on some things....</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: blue;">There's been LESS dramam than usual and I can HONESTLY say that things may be getting better :)&nbsp; ...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: blue;">THAT'S ALL! LOL</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-65548925617572200082010-01-05T12:59:00.000-08:002010-01-05T12:59:27.361-08:00<strong><span style="color: yellow;">So I was speaking to someone a while ago about fathers. Hmm....This was very interesting.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">He asked about my father. I said he is nothing but a SPERM DONOR and that's it. He has done nothing. The last time I seen him was the day I graduated from high school and before that, it was like when I was 14 or something.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">So my friend says that well he has no excuse. BUT, his dad does, he's in jail. That's no damn excuse! You knew you had kids so why the hell would you do something bad to jeopardize things?</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">I mean my father is NO good but, what makes yours any better? </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">My father lives in the SAME city I lived in for 19 years of my life. He has other children that he sees! But I barely see him. He's a half stepping ass father! </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">I remember a time when he tried to tell me what to do. All that ran through my head was, WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">What makes things even worse is that he KNOWS my family and where my mom works at. So if he wanted to get in contact with me, it would be NO problem. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">Once he asked my mom why I don't contact him or anything. Why should I?? The damn phone works BOTH ways.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">So that's why I don't want kids at this time, I wouldn't want my kids to go through that bullshit. I mean it's VERY common these days. Most guys did it to themselves and have no reason to complain when they get called names.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">So what I'm basically saying is that IT IS, WHAT IT IS....Once you fuck up something that could've been good, there is NO turning back. I don't hate him, but I sure as hell don't care for him.</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-4439695269507038792010-01-01T20:37:00.000-08:002010-01-01T20:37:41.387-08:00<strong><span style="color: red;">So I constantly get asked why I write and what made me write. Well this picture explains it all.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzi4YOYachT4hyphenhyphenDiPfq0MryWPvJCbcGSvKWrOidicx6aOZySa4ybmj7KfAKWZvl_uJSepb97ttriw7J-_FBcO5btOQegMXQPnWSQ9fuevI4vbQ994KYvFKPeiSkYV45oUEw0GiPFRzkho/s1600-h/Picture+14(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzi4YOYachT4hyphenhyphenDiPfq0MryWPvJCbcGSvKWrOidicx6aOZySa4ybmj7KfAKWZvl_uJSepb97ttriw7J-_FBcO5btOQegMXQPnWSQ9fuevI4vbQ994KYvFKPeiSkYV45oUEw0GiPFRzkho/s400/Picture+14(2).jpg" /></a><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">I'm like a walking ball of fire at times. </span></strong><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">I have a LOT going on in my head.</span></strong><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">I usually keep it inside.</span></strong><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Sometimes I want to lash out but writing is better.</span></strong><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">A good friend of mine suggested that I write down my thoughts and whatnot.</span></strong><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Thank you.</span></strong><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">It has helped me tremendously.</span></strong><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">As I write, it helps me forget.</span></strong><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">You know...sort of like a diary.</span></strong><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">It's something I can go back and reflect on.</span></strong><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">So this is why I write...or TYPE lol.</span></strong><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">:)</span></strong><br /> </div>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-62653513396437106612009-12-31T07:31:00.000-08:002009-12-31T07:31:04.152-08:00<strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I woke up that morning&nbsp; and went to work...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">My stomach was hurting like hell and the Bank wasn't even open...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I did the morning work and asked to leave b/c I was in so much pain...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">They let me go...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I called my best friend and let him know what happened...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">He asked if I needed to get picked up...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I said no, I was going to drive myself home...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">So I just decided to sleep it off..</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Sleep didn't help at all...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">It just got worse...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I called my best friend and picked him up...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">He drove me to the hospital...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">He takes my car and makes a quick run...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I sat in the Emergency Waiting Room...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">In a wheelchair...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">With so much pain...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I suddenly felt wet...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Like I peed or something...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I knew something wasn't right...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I went to the bathroom in the waiting area...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Sat on the toilet...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">And out it comes...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Gallons of blood comes out...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Plenty BIG blood clots next...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Then I felt a big release...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">SPLASH!...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Out comes the Sac...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">The whole works...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">EVERYTHING is released...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I start to cry...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">There is blood everywhere...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I picked up my phone and called my friend...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Then my ma....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I told them what happened...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I pulled the string for help...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">The nurse knocked..</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">She came in..</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I told her what happened...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">She rushed to get some kind of container...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">She put on some gloves...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Then she reached in the toilet and pulled it ALL out...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">OMG!...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Really???...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I cleaned myself up...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">We left the bathroom...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Everybody was staring....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">She was holding the container...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">She tried to disguise what was in it...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Tears still were coming down my face...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">We walked to a room...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">The doctor came in...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">We talked about it...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I signed some papers and left...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">WOW! At first I didn't want the baby...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Then I did...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I got used to the doctor appointments..</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Then that happens...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">It was taken from me just like that...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Hmmm....</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-6222120910077283272009-12-24T14:59:00.000-08:002009-12-31T06:59:44.621-08:00<strong><span style="color: cyan;">Damn...It was juat a month ago when I wrote the note that started it all.................I don't know what to say.................................All I can remember is what happened when I went to the ER.......</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">After getting some bloodwork done.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I finally am on my way to the ultrasound area......</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">As I'm rolling in the wheelchair, plenty things are going through my mind.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I make it up there....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">She starts checking my ovaries and all that shit......</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">Nearly a half hour has passed....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">Next is the baby....</span></strong><strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">We're looking around, trying to find it......</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">She spots it.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">It's small....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">She has to use a probe....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">It is clear.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">They baby is there....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">she flips it to different view and all that shit...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I ask questions.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">"What are those lines at the bottom of the screen?"</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">She replies, "That detects movement."</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">"Of who?"......"Me?"....or......"The baby?"</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">She replies", The Baby."</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">ALL I THINK IN MY HEAD IS, "SHIT!"......."WTF!"</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I try to ask questions...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">But she's not authorized to answer them....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">The ultrasound is done...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">We proceed back down to the ER room...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">After a while...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">The doctor and nurse enters....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">My ma is standing and my Bestfriend Alex is sitting....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">They have the results....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">They ask if I want them in the room....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I think hard about it....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I say NO...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">They leave....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">..................................</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">They say.........................</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I am 80% in a miscarriage.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">80%????....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">Yes....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">The baby was at 6 weeks of development...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">But I am 10 weeks along......</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">It is under-developed....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">No heartbeat...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">No movement....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">NOTHING!....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I say......DAMN!....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I knew that was it when I seen the lines on the ultrasound....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">The lines didn't move....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">At that time.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">The nurse looks more emotional than me....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I'm surprised .....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">But then again....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I'm not....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I have no big reaction......</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I finally get released.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I tell my ma what happened...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">She gives me a weird look.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">There's nothing she can really say....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">We go on about our business.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">We go to the Mall......</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I show her where I work...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">We eat....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">Go to my crib....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">Chill....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">She gets the vibe that I want to be alone....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">She's been with me all day....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I LOVE MY MA....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">But I want her to leave.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I don't say it....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">But she feels it....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">She asks if I'll be ok...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I say yeah...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I'm good....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">She's gone for a few mintues....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">It hits me......</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I can't stop crying.................................</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">All the shit I've gone through in the last few days has finally gotten to me.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I cry...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">and cry....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">and cry........</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">Anthony arrives.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I open the door....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I look a mess....lol</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">Make-up smeared all over my face....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">He gives me a hug...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I hate hugs.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">But in a way...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">It feels good......</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">As the night pass I think....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I have a dead baby in me.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">WTF....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">IDK......</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">THIS STORY IS DONE....</span></strong><strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">My ma and I have been through so much.....</span></strong><strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">But despite everything....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">She was there for every appointment...</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">And every ER visit...</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">IMMEDIATELY....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">Her job was second....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I came first....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">DAMN!...</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I LOVE MY MA.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">AND TO MY BFF'S: ANTHONY, ALLEN, TYRONE.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">THANKS!.... :)</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">THANKS TYRONE FOR COMING OVER THE OTHER NIGHT WHEN I HAD A BREAKDOWN..</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">THANKS ANTHONY FOR LAST NIGHT.....</span></strong><strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">NOT MUCH WAS DISCUSSED....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">BUT.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I JUST WANTED SOMEBODY TO BE THERE....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">AND ALLEN.....THANKS TOO......YOUR BIG HEAD ASS LOOK FUNNY IN SCRUBS....LOL</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">AND EVERYONE ELSE.....THANKS ALSO....</span></strong><strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">NOW I'M ON BED REST FOR A FEW MORE DAYS....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I GUESS I REALLY NEED TO BE AWAY FROM WORK.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">IDK WHEN I'LL BE BACK......</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">BUT THEY SAY WHENEVER I WANT TO COME BACK IS FINE.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I'M GOOD...</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I THINK......</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="color: cyan;"></span>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-85932322389206613012009-12-24T14:56:00.000-08:002009-12-24T14:56:25.680-08:00<strong><span style="color: orange;">As yall already know...I got a baby on the way....and I'm not a woman of many words.....But I'm going through some pain physically and emotionally. My stomach hurt like hell all day everyday and yet I continue to work 12 hour shifts. Emotionally....well...Seriously...The shit hasn't hit me yet....But I know I feel a breakdown coming real soon....</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: orange;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: orange;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: orange;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: orange;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: orange;">ALL I WANTED TO SAY WAS THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING....WE'VE HAD SOME GOOD TIMES...AND SOME BAD TIMES....BUT FOR THE MOST PART YOU'VE BEEN THERE....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: orange;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: orange;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: orange;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: orange;">I LOVE YALL!!.....WITH ALL OF MY HEART....YALL MY BOOS....LOL.....RACHELLE........NIGGAS.....AND BITCHES AND I WOULDN'T TRADE YOU FOR ANYTHING IN THE WORLD.....</span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: orange;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: orange;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><br /> <span style="color: orange;"></span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: orange;">(I JUST HOPE YALL ARE AROUND WHEN THE BABY ARRIVES) :)</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-83020661136866406622009-12-24T14:54:00.001-08:002009-12-24T14:54:58.588-08:00<strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">Wow! I just ran across two notes I wrote last year on facebook.....and here they go....</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-14517634571095698412009-12-23T18:47:00.000-08:002009-12-23T19:00:21.923-08:00<strong><span style="color: lime;">Hmm...So people say the Holidays are the best. It's time to be around family and friends. Well.....what if you felt otherwise???</span></strong><br /> <span style="color: lime;"><br /> </span><br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Honestly, I 'd rather be alone. For Thanksgiving, I stayed in the house. I didn't go anywhere. All I did was talked to close friends of mine. For Christmas, I plan on doing the same.</span></strong><br /> <span style="color: lime;"><br /> </span><br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">I'm not in the spirit this year...</span></strong><br /> <span style="color: lime;"><br /> </span><br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">My family has never checked on me. When I moved away two years ago nobody has ever called to see how I was doing. But when something went wrong, it was the main topic in the family, pure gossip. I mean, I'm not holding any grudges but honestly, I just don't want to be bothered. I don't think there's anything wrong with that.</span></strong><br /> <span style="color: lime;"><br /> </span><br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">Plenty people might say I'm being selfish but I beg to differ. If you went through what I've gone through these past two years, you would understand.</span></strong><br /> <span style="color: lime;"><br /> </span><br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">I'm just saying....</span></strong><br /> <span style="color: lime;"><br /> </span><br /> <strong><span style="color: lime;">These are just some thoughts......</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-48345276719782617332009-12-15T14:52:00.000-08:002009-12-15T14:53:12.501-08:00<span style="color: magenta;"><strong>So I know that almost every post I write, seems like I'm badgering my mom about something she's done. Yeah, I'm not the perfect daughter and whatnot but I most definitely haven't been the WORST daughter. </strong></span><br /> <strong><br /> </strong><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><strong>I have faults and I intend on adressing them. It's just that I'm not PHYSICALLY doing anything to be deserving all the bullshit that I'm being put through. </strong></span><br /> <strong><br /> </strong><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><strong>Some people may even think my life hasn't even been that hard. But I believe every person goes through many difficult situations in their life and they may even be totally different from the next person.</strong></span><br /> <strong><br /> </strong><br /> <strong><br /> </strong><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><strong>It's like EVERY other day or EVERY other week, there's something else that she has to yell at me about. I just want to scream! Dammit! Leave me alone! </strong></span>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-22283648991420279182009-12-15T10:57:00.000-08:002009-12-15T10:57:10.504-08:00<strong><span style="color: blue;">Hmm...So I'm starting to get used to hearing people tell me how much I keep my guards up. Is there something wrong with that? I mean, everyone should be guarded to a certain extent, right?</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: blue;">When I usually first meet someone, I'm not too open. They tell me that I am quiet and keep my words short. Wow. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: blue;">I feel it is necessary to be like that. I like to carefully choose who I let in my life. But, people can definitely agree that, when I do open up, I can be the greatest friend a person could have.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: blue;">....Just some thoughts....</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-72827223492739201532009-12-04T20:27:00.000-08:002009-12-05T08:14:51.542-08:00<strong><span style="color: #ea9999;">So everybody is insecure at&nbsp;one time or another in their life. It can range from weight, height, age, looks, etc.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #ea9999;">I know growing up I used to be insecure about my weight. I was very small and although I ate EVERYTHING , I still was criticized. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #ea9999;">Society has made everybody think that they are supposed to look a certain way.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #ea9999;">But answer this, why does your opposites often criticize you? Fat vs. Skinny. Tall vs. Short.</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="color: #ea9999;">I believe it's b/c they're insecure. I mean why talk about others? If you're happy with yourself, then you should be happy with other people also. Their looks shouldn't be of your concern.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #ea9999;">Do you have any insecurities??? If so, do tell...</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #ea9999;">These are just a few thoughts......</span></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #ea9999;">So my friend asked me what my insecurites were now. I no longer care what people think about how I look physically. My only insecurity is of me being alone. Crazy huh? I always have to be in a relationship. I have a fear of being alone. But I can definitely say that I am working on it. I definitely know that I'm not the only person in the world that is going through this.</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-32667842110866880662009-12-03T07:27:00.000-08:002009-12-03T07:33:23.131-08:00<strong><span style="color: red;">Why are people so quick to judge others? </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: red;">People are always so quick to assume something about a person. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: red;">Why??</span></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: red;">Yes, a person might appear to be doing nothing with their life, but in actuality, they may be doing something greater than you.IF YOU DON'T KNOW A PERSON, DON'T ASSUME THINGS ABOUT THEM....&nbsp;Everyone shouldn't judge from appearance.....I'm just saying.</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-61718991698478871812009-11-28T15:04:00.000-08:002009-11-28T15:04:50.905-08:00<strong><span style="color: cyan;">So my sister says something really startling to me. The funny thing is, I KNOW for a fact that she didn't make it up.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">So my little sister is hopping around talkig crazy as usual. Then she says something out of the blue. "You're not a part of this family, you stay with those white people, they are your family." I thought WHAT THE FUCK!......Seriously though?? It was Thanksgiving night. I know for a fact that she heard somebody in my family say it. It was obviously said when I wasn't around.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">I can definitely say for sure, that hurt me. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">The crazy thing is, it's the truth. I was staying with a close family friend. EVERY time my mom felt the need to put me out for NO reason, I was there. I was a part of their family. So what?? How does anyone in my family have pride from that? I consider another persons family as my own. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: cyan;">That just shows that little kids know more than you think........................</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-26631634820701008322009-11-28T14:42:00.000-08:002009-11-28T14:42:59.756-08:00<span style="color: #c27ba0;"></span> <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Why does the first born child always have the most problems? Why is so much expected???</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I'm the oldest and I had the most pressure put on me. Why? </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">My sisters have shit way too easy. For instance, my 16 yr old sister sits there and fail ALL of her classes and doesn't get in trouble. Shit, in high school, if I got below a C I got in trouble. She still gets to go to work and everything. Like WTF?? My ma says that's her life and if she wants to fuck it up then that's her. Who says shit like that?? Don't you want your child to succeed?? Apparently not. My sister thinks that it's ok for her to do bad, but whatever.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Also, she is more lenient towards them. I remember being restricted from EVERYTHING. She even made me lose friends. Now it's whatever.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">My baby sister jumps around and&nbsp;messes eveything up. When I was her age, I heard stories of how I was punished for not even doing anything. I was a good child growing up and still had it the hardest.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Man, some of this shit is just ridiculous. I dislike being the first born child at times.</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-67368707418810146142009-11-24T12:04:00.000-08:002009-11-24T12:04:03.814-08:00<strong><span style="color: yellow;">So this is just a word........from a bird........Basically something I heard.........</span></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">There was this child, who didn't get along with his parents. Nothing seemed to go right. They were constantly fighting.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">One day, he screamed, "I'm going to kill myself!" ....He said there was no reason to live....</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">His parents hit him for no reason....He even tried to fight back. So after his staement.....A parent replied,"Go ahead and kill yourself, I'm not going to pay for your funeral, the state is."</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: yellow;">WHOA!.......Comments please! How does that make YOU feel??? What are your thoughts on this???</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-69819315478156835022009-11-23T08:50:00.000-08:002009-11-23T08:50:01.554-08:00<strong><span style="color: #e69138;">Why is there always somebody trying to tell another person about their life?</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #e69138;">How could a person possibly say oh "You don't want to do shit with yourself." </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #e69138;">In order to be successful you must fall down...Nobody ever has success after success. There is at least one time where that person didn't have a job or money. Perhaps they're just trying to figure out what was done to get to that bad point. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #e69138;">Sometimes people have to learn from their past mistakes to move on with their life, right? So why even bother that person? It's not your life, it's theirs. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #e69138;">I was watching something on tv and a person said that while going through your trials you might find happiness. Do you think that's true??</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #e69138;">I mean, God won't put you through anything you can't handle right??? You might stumble a little bit, but in the end, there's always a rainbow at me the end. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #e69138;">So how about people just let others be. Let them go through whatever it may be and you just be there if needed.&nbsp;...............Remember, it's MY life, who are YOU to tell ME???</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-57560859969626157352009-11-19T11:59:00.000-08:002009-11-19T11:59:51.086-08:00<span style="color: orange;"><b>Have you ever felt like running away from all of your problems???</b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b>Have you ever just wanted to fly far away and never come back??</b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b>Have you ever just felt like there was nobody you can trust??</b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b>Have you ever wished you would've had a different life??</b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b>Have you ever wanted a different family???</b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b>Have you ever just wanted to cry out loud in front of a lot of people so they could try to feel your pain???</b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b>Have you ever wondered if you were going to live to see another day???</b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b>Have you ever wished for HAPPINESS but only got the opposite??</b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b>Have you ever cried so hard that your pillow was drenched???</b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b>Have you ever wished that certain a family member would be CLOSE to you??</b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: orange;"><b>These are my thoughts.............................Feel free to add more, BELOW</b></span>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-36602529926149134212009-11-17T15:24:00.000-08:002009-11-17T15:24:22.154-08:00<span style="color: #274e13;"><b>So today I said that sometimes the most NEGATIVE people are closest to you....Friends and family. Don't you agree???</b></span><br /> <span style="color: #274e13;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: #274e13;"><b>Some family members NEVER&nbsp;congratulate you on the good things you do. All you ever hear about is the bad things. Aren't they supposed to give you feedback on both? Why don't they? Don't they want you to be happy? I guess not. This world is ridiculous....people need help. What are you to do when all you hear about is the bad things?&nbsp;</b></span><br /> <span style="color: #274e13;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: #274e13;"><b>Friends also have gotten worse. They have become to be very jealous of the other person. What kind of friend is that?? Don't you want to see all of your friends do good in life? If so, then why be negative all the time?</b></span><br /> <span style="color: #274e13;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: #274e13;"><b>That's just a little about how I was feeling for a short moment today........</b></span>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-69707996436179528922009-11-16T14:59:00.000-08:002009-11-16T14:59:07.742-08:00<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">So as if my life wasn't complicated enough, I get a disturbing phone call. I'm not going to states what went on in this conversation, but I will give you my feelings on it.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Like my previous post called "Mother/Daughter Bond" stated, there's more to come!</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">A very close my friend of mine and I discussed the impoartance of being close with your mother a few weeks back. They had recently lost theirs and thought it was a good time me my mom and I to get closer.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Well, my question is. how are you supposed to do that when they push you away. There's no love around here. There a lot of bitterness going around. </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">What do you do when there's no one to call your MOM? I don't have a mother where I can run to when things go bad. Even when everything was going fine in my life I never heard the words "I'm proud of you." WTF?! </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Why must I get looked down upon when things are good and bad? </span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Some say that GOD wouldn't put you through something if he didn't think you could handle it. Well I must say that I been through HELL and back a million times within the past 2 1/2 years. So is it true what they say?? Will I weather the storm this time? Who knows? I all know is that I feel like crying AGAIN and it seems to be very common with lately.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Things have gotten worse.&nbsp;Perhaps it really is&nbsp;starting to take a toll on my health. I feel sick to my stomach every other day.</span></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">That's just how I feel right now...SAD. Point blank.</span></strong>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-81949750768843618992009-11-15T09:54:00.000-08:002009-11-15T09:54:30.088-08:00<span style="color: magenta;"><b>It's always a good idea to have friends. So that's what I've been told. But recently I've found that it's best to do without MOST friends. Right??</b></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><b>It was said that friends are supposed to be there for you through ups and downs. I guess that was the case when our parents were growing up. These days, you do a LOT for these so-called friends and get nothing in return. Really?? Isn't it supposed to be eye for an eye and whatnot? People are so selfish these days.</b></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><b>I can name a least 5 people off hand, that I've loaned money to but never got it back. Or how about those that have called you when they needed a ride or something because their car was broken.&nbsp;</b></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><b>When I needed some money the were the first to say they didn't have it. But I knew that was a lie because they PRACTICALLY lived in the clubs. When I needed a ride people wanted to complain. What kind of friendship is that?&nbsp;</b></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><b>People are always around when you do good and have money. But, the moment things go bad, they are nowhere to be found. Funny huh?&nbsp;</b></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;Not all are real and are around for good reasons. I've learned that the hard way. But I am very happy to say that I no longer have them in my life.</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><b>Well, all I have to say is...........<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;">&nbsp;Choose your friends wisely.</span></b></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /> </b></span>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741323863713173518.post-27251363494767874852009-11-14T08:38:00.000-08:002009-11-14T08:57:52.157-08:00<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b>A lot of people have the misconception of what LOVE really is.</b></span><br /> <span style="color: #4c1130;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: #4c1130;"><b>Love isn't how many materialistic things a person can buy you. Why do people base love off of how much money and things people buy you. I mean that person can buy you the world and STILL beat you at the end of everyday.&nbsp;</b></span><br /> <span style="color: #4c1130;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: #4c1130;"><b>Love is, when you're out with that person, you give the your undivided attention. You love them as if there's nobody else in the world. It's showing that person off, like GOD made them just for you, right???</b></span><br /> <span style="color: #4c1130;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: #4c1130;"><b>Love isn't treating a person bad and talking them down all the time. Love is showing you support, showing you care.</b></span><br /> <span style="color: #4c1130;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: #4c1130;"><b>Those are a few thoughts of mine on love....</b></span><br /> <span style="color: #4c1130;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥</span></b></span>TheNakedTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14700227969723947521noreply@blogger.com0