What is a relationship when it comes to something you two have. Never in my life will I interfere with someone else’s business but when she comes to me, I will talk. I will let her know what she wants to know. But the sad thing is, why is it that she has to come to me in the first place. What is it that you two share that you haven’t even told her about me. Why would you lie about everything that had to do with me. If you have the courage to call her your girlfriend, you best be honest with her. That last thing you said to me was a complete low blow. You don’t know shit. You don’t know shit anymore. Well why is it that when I asked what’s wrong, you won’t tell me. Is it because you knew she was gonna find out how you were through me? Why is it such a bother that she came to me for answers cause she obviously couldn’t get them out of you? After all the things I’ve tried to do for you, all those chats, this is how you always talk to me, always treat me. Never were you appreciative. So you have no right to speak to me like that. I’m glad in a way but at the same time, I pity her. I’m glad she knows now but it’s a shame she’s getting to know so late into this ‘relationship’. Don’t come and attack me for shit you’ve brought onto yourself. I’ve always been there to remind you of things but you never cared to listen. I have a place for you in my heart and always will, but it’s gonna be like a locked up treasure chest. So as of what you said earlier, I’m gonna be patient about you like I’ve always had. If you happen to decide not to speak to me ever again, then this will be good-bye.    

person. KTL.

chickenwingsyum:

I love those hugs where the person wraps their arms around you, and right before they let go, they squeeze you, but in a gentle-firm sort of way. Almost like conveying an assuring, “I’ll miss you, but I’ll definitely see you soon.”

Those always catch me off guard. People don’t normally hug like that.

The amount of shit that comes out of your mouth is unbelievable. How is it that you want your kids to lie to people about how perfect this ‘family’ is. It is not the pity we want from people. Andy and I just refuse to call another man our father. But you. You have no fucking shame. If they don’t ask, we won’t tell. But when they already know, how can you expect us to deny it. You brought this upon yourself by trying to show others what a perfect fucking life you have with this perfect fucking husband and his perfect fucking kid. All your friends are fucking morons for even THINKING he and you created Andy and I. Even Dad has the decency to show his new step-kids that he’s only their step-father. But you? You had us call so many men “daddy” even when Dad was still alive. My god you are a brainless woman. Just what the fuck is going through your head..

somemorepersonalfuckingshit.

  and being her normal self, she throws another pointless fit. This then leads her to yelling at us with hurtful words she usually puts together out of anger. But of course, we pay little mind since we’re already so used to it. Such a happy and together family aren’t we? 

  Unlike you, we want something to remember our parents by when you guys were together. Sure we should’ve consulted with you about it beforehand but how would that have went? You never acknowledge anything we want to do. That’s why we never talk with you about anything and just go straight to doing it and expect the scolding as a bonus cherry on top afterwards. You always tell us to talk to you and share secrets with you like you’re our best friend but you’re nothing close to it. Out of pure anger, you say things likeI see people having kids, so I had kids. But why must my children be so horrible and bad? Go find someone else to be your mother. If we were to leave your side, you would die a very bitter person. Far worse than how you are now. He didn’t get the tattoo because he was influenced by gang members and all that society has corrupted your mind with. He, like myself, just want something to remind us of our roots and our parents. But without trying to understand the situation, you tell him to either get rid of it or never expose it when you’re around. A tattoo can’t be washed off like a marker or a pen mark..

  I don’t even know anymore.. I wonder how much shit shes gonna give me when she finds out about a similar one I’m gonna get.. l0l..

personalfuckingshit.

It’s a Sunday afternoon and all I wanted to do was sit at Almansor and watch people ball. This wannabe gangster thug comes up to me, gets off his bike, and sits down right next to me. With a can of beer in one hand, he tries to make small talk….: “So wssup wit chu, sittin hea all by yoself lookin all pretty and shit.” Okay. It wouldn’t have even been okay if a better lookin thug came up to me and blurted something like this out. There were just so many things wrong with what’s going on…

1) He looked buzzed/high as hell.

2) He is short and scrawny with tattoos all over his body of shit that makes absolutely no sense. It’s like deciding to use your skin as doodle paper.

3) He wouldn’t. stop. talking. You know I rap and stuff? No. Yeah. I have a video up on youtube. Highly doubt you’d get famous. So why you so quiet? Cause I’m watching some damn bball.Course I didn’t reply to anything he said..

I desperately looked around for help, trying to make eye contact with anybody there. I was staring at this guy and just wanted to use him to be my boyfriend for a quick second. Thank god Andy came to the rescue..

lovely day.