Ugly People Have The Audacity

Ugly people are mean. To make it worse, they have the audacity to call other people ugly. They have the audacity to treat people poorly. They have the audacity to have higher standards than most people. Like… How are you ugly, telling someone they’re not good enough for you? Lol

Misery Must Feel Horrible

When I think of the things miserable people do to bring you down to their level… I realize just how horrible it must be to dwell there. I often see people engage with their coworkers and laugh and joke amongst one another… All the while doing shady, hateful things to those who are not a part of their clique. Ppl who look down upon others due to their circumstances or statuses are usually the ringleaders. How horrible must misery be, for a person to pick on someone “less fortunate” than themselves?

Having the chance to experience my times of being at rock bottom… I got to see the world for what it really is. Most humans don’t appreciate what they have…. They just get a kick out of pouring their shit upon those they deem “less than” they are. But in all honesty, the people who are unkind… no matter their social or financial statuses are the most POOR people there are. Money and status don’t make you better than you are… The caliber of your heart determines your rank in life. Many people with no dollars are very rich. Many people with great wealth are DIRT POOR! If one has no love inside their hearts… I feel sorry for them! What a raggedy experience that must be?!

Laughter Is Admiration

People will always laugh at you when they’re afraid to do what you do. Recognize their laughter as admiration and accomplish your goals gracefully.

Why Am I Afraid

Each day as I sit alone with my thoughts, I feel the urge to express my deepest truth somehow. Yet, I log into my blog everyday and get stage fright. All the things I thought in my mind the night before… never seem to be ready to take their place within a post. Why AM I afraid to speak my truth? I Am not afraid of my truth. But I feel stuck whenever I am in front of the keyboard. I cry sometimes when I remember my story. But I can’t figure out how to spill it. How do I overcome the blockages of holding onto the pain that I’ve endured and telling my story wholeheartedly to set myself free?

Spilling My Heart Out Pt. 1

Age 5 is when I learned that girls are phony. The little girl in my kindergarten class would sometimes talk to me and other times whisper about me. This pattern has been consistent throughout my life.

Age 8 is when I learned that if I hit someone, they have every right to hit me back. I was walking home from school with my sister who’s 6 yrs older than me and her high school classmates. One of the boys was 15. He was much taller than me, being that I was only 8. But I kept punching him in the arm. I punched him about 3 times. And do you know what he did? HE PUNCHED ME BACK! And it hurt! What did I do? Well I surely didn’t cry, if that’s what you’re thinking. I did what any kid with good sense would do… I left him the fuck alone! And that’s the day I learned that if I hit anyone, whether it be a boy or girl… that they have every right to hit me back. So keep your hands to yourself.

Fuck Bullies

If someone fucks with you, you fuck right back with them. Don’t let people bully you!

Filthy Stuck-Ups

The filthiest people are always turning up their noses and pretending to be better than others. Stuck-up bitches! I’ve seen this pattern repeated throughout my life.

Fuck those people.

From This Point Forward

From this point forward, I only acknowledge the ppl who were always kind tew me, the ppl who look out for me when I need help, the ppl that have never betrayed me, & the ppl who don’t ignore me. I say once and for all: Goodbye tew the ppl that I don’t know anymore. I’m grateful tew have met yew!

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I just want to live MY life.