Je'Nae is the name that my mother gave me. I wish that it were some cool hippie name like Sky or Rain, but this name, seemingly suitable for a ghetto French perfume, is what I go by. This blog is for those who value the opinion of someone that not only thinks outside of the box, but has also never been in one.
Happy Birthday to me =) lol.
I’m 22 and still just as lost as the day that I was born concerning all of the questions that I am supposed to have answered by now concerning my life, but I’m ok with that. Today just marks a day closer to me getting exactly where God wants me to be.
And the friends that put up with my lack of ability to accept affection.
excuse my you’re…I know that it’s supposed to be your.
Why I love my Mom…
I hate that every person feels as though they are a good person and that they deserve the best.
“Stuff’s gonna get better one day! I’m too good of a person for this to keep happening to me.”
Excuse me? I’m sorry. Aren’t you the same person that cheated on your significant other, broke another person’s heart, forged a check, spit on your best friend’s grandmother, and tripped that handicapped guy?
Everyone can’t have the same sob “we gonna make it. Karma will reign” story.
Niggas that don’t deserve anything but an a** whooping straight from the hand of God be the first ones to sit beside you and talk about how “good people like us always get the bad hand.”
With that I say…nigga please.
what kept me sane in Vegas…lol.
what
what
…and this. this is exactly why I don’t like male strippers. This is the gayest mess I’ve ever watched in my life.
(Source: criminalkuntnmugshots)
I can already tell that this conversation is going to end in a headache…
Am I turning a little ruthless?…maybe.
I may have been a little more understanding if he was truthful, because nigga, you don’t miss “us.” You miss what we used to do.
Candlelit Room check.
Fan on high check.
Comfy Bed check.
No pants check.
Refreshing drink check.
Means to write out my thoughts check.
Location. Location. Location.
That seems to be my problem. I know that there is nothing here for me, and no matter how many times I try to find a way out of this bucket, I am always pulled back into it. No person should lie awake until 6 in the morning because plans for an escape route to their dreams keeps playing through their head…every night for almost 22 years. There has to be a breaking point of some kind; a moment in time where all doubts, fears, and setbacks are surpassed, and visions for oneself become reality. A time where old problems cease to matter instead of reappearing and reoccurring.
Not to be blasphemous, but God, who do I talk to, because I think that you stopped listening to me long ago?…
I take that back. I know that you have my best interest at heart God, I’m just a little bitter right now. I just want you to show me that I’m worth the effort that you took to create me. I’m losing hope, and this rope that you gave me as a life line to you, seems to be wearing thin.
