You can keep your haterade... Stay out of my Koolaid.

Karma turned around and bit you in your greasy nasty crusted tuna fish sour dough stank senatra racist ass. Every thing you've ever loved will either die or be taken away from you. God knows what you do, everyone knows what you do, and because you're cruel to everyone else, karma will be cruel to you. Stop obsessing over "Perfect 10"s. They don't want your sorry crusty raggedy ass. They want a REAL MAN, not some middle aged boy.

You'll die sad and alone. You'll never get married. And you lied about that miscarriage to make people feel sorry for your dusty crusty flaky ass. You didn't lose a kid. You never even had one to lose to begin with, so don't pretend you did.

Best part of you rolled down your mothers legs. You use people. You feed on their emotions, and you're obsession with sex is horrendous. You always tell people how I need to "grow up" Bitch, I'm grown. You think he's your "best friend"? I got news for you. He don't like your raggedy ass. He's just too nice to say it. Shit I'm not. I don't like your raggedy ass and the world knows it.

There is a reason why no one likes you...

Maybe it's me, maybe it's not, but see, I've noticed a lot of people you've interacted with don't like you. Why? Well, from what I could tell, you're a dumb ass bitch. You like to pretend you're all that and you're nothing but an arrogant son of a bitch.

All the people who used to be your friend, including me, don't like you. So you know what? I don't hold grudges because karma is a bigger bitch than I will ever choose to be.

You've burnt all your bridges. The help you got from us, yeah, that was mostly me. I talked him into helping you because I felt sorry for your dumb ass and then you turned around and backstabbed me like that. Guess what? Now you have no friends. How does it feel to be a fat lonely bastard? Runnin my mouth? You haven't seen running mouth yet. If you want me to run my mouth, I will tell EVERYONE I meet about you and show pics of you so they know who/what to avoid if you mess with me.

You do not own me...

You tried to turn us against a friend of ours, but it didn't work, and you owe us a LOOOT of money. You're ignorant, dumb, stupid, and useless. The friends you tried to turn us against have done no wrong. Who am I to judge? They do nothing but cheer us up, and here you are, telling people shit about me. People I do not know. Don't get me wrong, I got you back by telling a friend about you, but this doesn't matter. You don't matter. You were never a friend. You're only out there for what benefits you. This is why no one likes you. Everyone who has ever met you always has something negative to say about you, WHY? Because you bring it upon yourself. Your increments that you are to pay us will be no less than $250. No less, and there will be no friendship and no kindness, for it is impossible to feel kindness for someone who is disgusting and disgraceful as you.

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I can remember those old days when we were kids, playing outside, be it an imaginary game or on a bike. Those were times where the only worries you had were if you were late getting home and you had to worry about mama grounding you or dad giving you the "talk".

Nowadays, you have bills, food expenses, work, health issues, and all that to worry about. Oh yeah, don't forget you getting envious, maybe envious or jealous isn't the word. No, down right pissed off that someone else might have it better.

People who care give you advice. "Go back to school, it will get better". They know because they've been there, but you still can't help but get frustrated because you were taken out of your comfort zone and tossed to the world and now you have to learn how to deal with it and all of it's stress.

You see children playing with their friends outside and you reminisce about those days when you used to do the same. You see people outside walking their dogs and you remember back when yours was still around, you used to do the same.

You still contact old friends, but things have changed, people change as they grow older. They still talk to you, but it seems that you and them are two totally different souls. Not that it's a bad thing, but you just need to catch up more.

You look at old photos and wish and want those good times to fall right back into your lap for just one last time, but you know you will never get that wish, so you hold on to that memory in your mind.

You live on not being understood by many. People think you have a mental disability because you're extra friendly or you tend to focus on one thing moreso than others. That doesn't mean you have a mental handicap. It just means you like certain things a lot.

People tell you that you're obsessive, but really, you just latch on to whoever will listen because you so desperately want that. You want to be heard. You want to be accepted. You're tired of being pushed away by everyone.

You hold on to your youth. You hold on to your happiness. You know it will come again. You have to be patient, because you know things are going to be alright.

Řεɱεɱϐεя....

You will be fine

Řεɱεɱϐεя...

Those who are around you love you.

Řεɱεɱϐεя...

You....Are....Not...Alone....

Blame it on the ghosts

Shit happens.

Karma is biting some people. Other people are getting their lives together. I'm in a limbotic state. There are no places to go, I know no one here. I want to know people, I want to have places, but its hard to let go. I'm not gonna forget those I have back at home. I never left them behind because when you leave something behind, you forget about it. My friends will never be forgotten.

I have a wedding that I'm planning, a birthday party for Greggy, and all this I need to figure out how to take off work to do them.

Nostalgia sparks the story

Found a song I used to listen to a lot in my beloved 2008. I loved 2008. That was when I was happiest.

I'm gonna switch the story a bit. Rosalie is the main character who goes through various things in the story. From losing people closest to her to her own struggles.

I'm trying to take this to a new level.

My story will be called "Through Rosalie's eyes" As soon as I get some of it typed up, I will post.

WTF

Man, that had to be one of the most fucked up dreams I have ever had. Okay, in this dream, me and Greggy were living in the house I grew up in. (moved when my parents divorced and sold the house.) and we were looking for ghosts and the livingroom had this big picture window in it in the dream (in real life, it did not have this window on the side of the house, the picture window over looked the porch instead in real life)

Well, it was night time, the moon was bright and from what I remember, and I remember this clearly, Greggy looked to me and said "When the moon reaches the ghostly image around it, then the apparitions will be more active." Actually, paranormal activity is most active during thunderstorms because the electricity gives them enough energy to manifest themselves.)

Then I walked to my brothers room and he had some Coronas on a shelf (shitty beer. You wouldn't see me doing this in real life. Ew. Also I don't think he drinks Corona, but I could be wrong.) the beer surprisingly tasted good. My brother was like "WTF, stay out of my beer"

Then he went outside and I locked him out. LOL XD

Then it switches to me and two friends, we were playing around in coffee while dancing in the kitchen. (my mom would have thrown a fit had we really done that. Though there was this one time when I lived there two of my friends set the porch on fire and was dancing around it and my mom pulled up in the drive way and was like "HEY! WTF?? Put that out NOW!")

Yay for fucked up dreams.