Worst mommy EVER!!!

Fifty Shades of Puke

So I was randomly searching threw unseen posts and pages on facebook. I know we all go blah blah blah blah and bullshit bullshit bullshit over all the changes little Markie is making with his billion, million, or whatever amount it's really worth website, but there are over 400 hundred friends on my list so of course I don't see there posts daily that would be an insane amount of posts to sort threw. So this leads to nights like this when I am hopelessly unable to sleep when I check shit out on the low. Well, I was randomly looking threw my ex's page, yeah that's another blog as to why I'm friends with an ex actually there may be an ex or two in that list, any way, I got to thinking, now this isn't the first time I actually thought this however all of her ex's appear to look like individuals with down syndrome. Now I'm not making fun of the folks cursed with the life of living with such a horrible disorder may God bless them but we all know that they have very distinctive looking features everyone born this way. But I never knew until I saw some of the pictures of my ex's ex's that those born without this can also have those features so now I know that I have learned something in life now as I'm sleepless this leeds me to believe that I MUST have this look too because she was with me  

Any way another thing I learned is that there are several people that are subscribed to my page and I have no idea who the Hell they are. What is this about? Why would perfect strangers and in one or two cases people who are friends of friends want to subscribe to my page? I find that sorta odd and a little creepy. Only two of the people that are subscribed have actually sent me friend requests, one being my father who I refuse to accept the other being some weird red head dude who has nothing in common with me what so ever. Now why they allow this I'll never understand. Also I learned that people you've unfriended can remain subscribed to your public posts, why they would want to read shit you posted after you basically said they weren't good enough to be on your stinking friends list and get the news of your most recent shit or bad hair cut I don't know why they would want to read the scraps that you may or may not tag as public on your their damn feed anyway that's just weird.

Another thing I noticed is people that don't really give a shit about their children. Because I read a lot from some people about their mates, dates, boy/girlfriends but very little about their children. Don't people like their fricking children any more these days? I mean damn it's like where are the pictures? It's not something I notice with a lot of my friends with children it's just a few of them and I wonder a lot of times why that happens. There is something I will never understand about a person that can make a child an not care enough about them to at least think of them from time to time, I mean shit that's what separates us humans from the damn animals. 

Any way why is it that some of the ugliest people post the most pictures of themselves? I mean damn isn't one picture enough to left you know you look like shit an maybe just maybe that one pictures enough for everyone else to get the gist as well. Than as I'm scrolling I come across this picture that one of my lesbian "friends" actually happened to click the "like" button on, it was a picture of a lesbian that had a caption that read; "Dressing fly and getting money is what I do fuck bitches!" In the background of the picture was a bed covered with crap, there was a comforter that had this 1960s old funky couch print on it balled up on the bed, the carpet was filthy and littered with crap, there was an over turned fan laying on the floor, with junk shoved under the bed. Now I wanted so much to reply "Fuck dressing fly and getting money how bout cleaning that nasty ass room before you post pics of your lying ass standing in that filth!" Well, being as though it wasn't a person on MY friends list I just hit the "block" button on the dumb bitch that "liked" the picture, I figured I wouldn't want her as a fake facebook friend or a real life friend with such low standards that she was showing everyone she possessed. 

So all in all my extended time on facebook basically taught me that some people are just fucked up looking, some people are just fucked up living, some people are just fucked up reproducing and some people are just plain ole fucked up. No matter what they are there is someone for them out there, there is some asshole that likes them or loves them. Yet my ass can't get someone to like or love me to save my life!!! What the fuck is the world coming too???? 

Good Night From one misunderstood, unloved female until the next time!!!!

I don't love you....

Why is it that people find it nessary to state the obvious? I mean if you DID love me why would you want to be so hurtful towards me and tell me this? And even if you didn’t why would you state this to a person you openly know loves you…oohh Wait is it because I hurt you? Or is it because you have not filled your quota of people to hurt for the month? I mean why is it that WE have to just walk right up to one another and hurt each other? I mean I am the first to admit that I have a quick sharp tongue and it cuts deep, however when I am beyond pissed off it’s a good idea that you stop pushing me beyond that point. However if you don’t I will say some shit, it’s not even ALL that deep or even ALL the hurtful things that may cross my mind about someone but never the less they are some mean things. I am not good at holding my tongue, but I need to become better at holding back on my feelings, love an the things that I do for people. 

I give I give, I save, I save, because in all actuality when I can do something I think I should do something, because if it were ever me I would want someone to do something for me…but this theory has NEVER worked out for me in all the 37 years of my life the only things I have gotten in return are ” I DON’T LOVE YOU!” or better yet “FUCK YOU” yeah my ex holds the record for ungrateful bitch of all times! But where is the love? Really I mean where is the I LOVE MYSLEF so much that I truly love people who CARE ABOUT ME? Damn there was this once upon a time you “treat others the way you want to be treated” thingie that was usually a rule that your mommas taught you in like pre school or some shit…but now that shits out the window and has been replaced with the “fuck you” or ” I DON’T LOVE YOU” rule. I mean in dating and my more mature relationships there has always been this thing where it’s “yo we’re together so imma make sure you’re alright like I expect you to make sure I’m alright.” What ever happened to that shit? Now it’s like gimmie gimmie take take and oh yeah fuck you by the way ain’t no body tell you to do shit for me I’m grown.

Will I ever find someone that will look out the way I have always been willing to look out? Or will I just end up a bitter bitch talking shit about how I would never do shit for anyone again because my ex or the last so and so did this to me an I am so done being nice? I don’t wanna be done being nice! However it’s draining my soul that on this earth there are no more appreciative ass people out there, that they are no more broken battered but ducked taped and crazy glued together people who are like LOOK I been through Hell and back that was then but this is now and I appreciate a good person in my life!!!!!!!! What the fuck is this world coming to? I mean it’s assholes win or what? I don’t wanna be an asshole, yeah I may fuck up, fall into that realm from time to time but it’s always because I have been pushed there because I am sick of the way shit has been going for me. However maybe that is the time for me to leave…maybe when I am pushed outta character and into an eveil tongue or thought that is the time that I should really pull back, pack it up, roll my ass out! I don’t wanna hear shit like ” I don’t LOVE YOU!” HELL I have a momma and even a daddy that talk to me like I ain’t shit why the HELL do I need someone from outta no where to add to the list of my tormentors? Why do I deal with such suffering and pain from the hands of people who really don’t give a shit about me….that HATE ME ENOUGH TO SAY HURTFUL SHIT LIKE ” I DON’T LOVE YOU!” When am I ever going to find the love I deserve? When am I ever going to stop giving my all to people that HATE me so dearly? When am I ever going to be loved? When will I ever be able to sleep in peace knowing that my daughter and I aren’t some temporary pit stop for some abuser, or user to just roll on out on us? I am tired of tear soaked pillows…nights when I fall asleep actually believing I don’t deserve to be loved. 

Things you never asked...

...you never asked what I do. You never asked why I liked you.You never asked what was my hearts desire. You never asked what sets my minds thoughts on fire. You never asked about my past. You never asked when I was kissed last. You never asked about my life. You never asked how I handle strife. You never asked my favorite color. You never asked how my family treated one another. You never asked about the foods I enjoy. You never asked what it's like to be a girl boi. You never asked why I don't sleep at night. You never asked if I was alright. You never asked why I cry before I slumber. You never asked about the things that make me wonder. You never asked these things about me because you have no respect for the beauty you see!

While I was writing you a letter...

Large yellow legal pad, my favorite cheap pen with blue ink that just slides across the paper, see I wanted to talk to you but you didn't want to talk to me, so I decided to write you a letter. When I put the pen to the paper, I lost the words that I wanted to write, I mean should I write about how I miss my dying sister, or about the hard day I had that made me truly miss her, or maybe about how thinking of you made me smile outta no where. Should I write about how your chocolate skin makes me wanna lick on you to see if you taste as rich, sweet, or thick as my favorite chocolate treat? Or maybe should I write about my favorite color or all the things I've always wanted to tell ya, like how I grew up, or how I want to be a writer, or maybe how when you smile when we talk makes my heart skip a beat, or maybe the way it sounds when you say my name so sweat. Should I write about how I think of you at night, when I'm laying there on the edge of sleep, how it makes me smile an wanna rush the night just to awake and hear your voice again. Or maybe I should write about how your courage to step out on faith makes me wanna move mountains in my life. I scratch my head and think oh maybe I could write an tell you all about my comic books, or how I draw funny pictures with my own insight. Should I tell you that I am an ordained minister, or that I went to seminary school because I thought God didn't love me. Should I tell you my deepest fears, or the about the nights I've spent in tears. Maybe I should write about all the times you've made me weak in my knees or how the way you make the days fly pay with the slightest of ease!

When I thought about all the things I should write you because you wouldn't give me a call, my phone rang and she, she was the one that was there for me so she heard it all!!! :-)