You must be blind
You must be dumb
You must be tripping
You must be crazy
I must be stubborn
I must be stupid
I must be wrong
I must be wicked
A laugh is a company for happiness.
A cry is an emotion for culture.
A yell is a voluntary burst for anguish.
A whisper is a fear for stage fright.
I am very, very angry right now because I am losing weight and I am starving and I am becoming irritable because my blood sugar is starting to go down. At lifespire they don't feed me and I am always leaving program very famished.
I am also angry because of a convo me and cyre had about loving-russian-literature-reading-actor-author Ethan Hawke. Cyre says and I will paraphrase for sake of clarity, and I Kearney Smith is upset that Ethan Hawke does not have a six-pack and that he does not have a nice body. So what Kearney? That's too bad. That's how God made him Kearney!
Yesterday when Danielle called Erica miss Corley Erica started getting an attitude and started gossiping about Danielle to Erica Crawford and Candace and they started mocking Danielle and not only that Erica started getting sarcastic with Danielle.
When I was eating dinner last night at my residence I had eaten everything on my plate except the large lump of white rice I had on the large white ceramic plate. So I asked Ericka if I can get some ketchup and she started getting an attitude and she refused to grant my requests and ran away from me.
I have to wait until May 8, 2017 to use my phone at lifespire because I won't be able to see joy until 2:30 pm Friday afternoon.
The reason why I didn't come down for breakfast this morning was because I don't ever want to deal with or talk to Anita ever again plus she will be reborn into an African American female for the second time in a row and she will not reach nirvana. Anytime on Saturday and Sunday morning that Anita serves breakfast I will stay in my room until 8:30 when Mr. Ani comes and once he comes then I will eat breakfast but unfortunately this tactic strategy will backfire because if I wait until Anita finishes cleaning the kitchen then I won't eat anything until lunchtime unless I have my EBT card ready.
You know it's hard sometimes. And I am still not getting some of the things I want and it's upsetting me! I don't like it when I don't get what I want and I don't like it when I get what I don't want. I want to tell you a story that happened six years ago. I was at a Christmas party and I was sitting next to this young attractive looking black guy with his baby and his girlfriend. He says to me how do I like the Christmas paŕty. And then he asked me my name and I told him my name and he refused to tell me his name and I started crying as I left the Christmas party and went home.
I don't like it when I don't get what I want because that makes me very unhappy because I wasn't getting the help I needed from other people. I don't want the things that I don't want because whenever I get something that I don't want that makes me very unhappy.
I don't want to ever in my life speak to my mother ever again because she would only feed me and nourish me with love and that's it that is all she ever did for me these past twenty nine long years. My half sister was gossiping about me on the train for no apparent reason and her parents didn't scold her and her parents ignored her. I got one thing left to say to the three of you. Fuck you yall hearthating mothafuckas! To the three of you I will get guns and I will blow all of your gaubdabed mothafuckin heads off you ugly ass sons of bitches!
There was something about today that Sasha was really feeling. She woke up this morning in her spacious apartment, and despite everything that was going on, she knew it was going to be a good day. Today wasn't like any other day. No, she was single now. Single, a fresh twenty one, gorgeous, kid free, and now unrestricted from any hindrances, or anything holding her back.
She sat on her balcony staring out at her pretty and serene complex. She really adores her apartment, which happened to be paid for by her parents, as long as she stayed enrolled in school.
Though it wasn't the type of place you would normally find anyone not of the black or Hispanic demographic residing in, or any other person with half a mind to try to avoid the consequences of the newark/Elizabeth area, it was still in a better part of the neighborhood.
She looked up at the sky. 8:35 p.m. on a June evening was the epitome of beautiful. The sun hadn't completely set, so the Orange and red glow from the dusk was just downright breathtaking. Sasha took in that moment for a second and reflected on the way things were going in her life. Enough.
She tapped her freshly pedicure toes with her pinky finger to make sure that they were dry and proceeded back inside. She had been waiting for the clock to hit 8:35 for what seemed like forever. She knew that at 8:35 she would start to get ready because she needed to leave her house at 9:35, since it took Sasha exactly an hour to perfect her look. Then, it took her exactly twenty five minutes to get to Kim's house, where Kim and the girls would be waiting to leave, so they could all get to the city around 10:30.
