"If i had a dollar for all of the times I thought I found the right one I'd be a billionaire then I could probably ride out and go and buy the right one I wouldn't mind a dude that could take my attitude, and take the time to listen Someone that understands when I need a little space and when I need attention"
So many times i find myself in like lust love. Why the hell am I so in love with being in love?! Its just so beautiful to me. A mutual feeling between two individuals. A feeling strong enough to calm me when Im upset, and encourage me when Im content. Im no where near perfect....but I have so much to offer! I love harder than most, and when its real Im soooo willing to go the extra mile for { }. Ive been tricked by these feelings before. The lines between like lust love become blurred && once again i become that stupid little girl. I want someone who loves me no matter what. Through the tears, the struggles, the pain. I need a man who will go that extra mile for me. Someone to hold me down.
"...I've been around the world a couple times and i swear it never ceases to amaze me how many different guys use the same tired lines trying to amaze me it doesn't take a lot to put a smile on my face i'm not high maintenance you just have to be honest from the top and your heart has to be dedicated..."
When will { } guys realize that 99.9% of females...recognize { } game! Im so sick of hearing the same bullshit from different dudes. Just be real with me baby, I guarantee that it will take { } so much further. Are there any real men out there?? The simplest things make me happy. A "Goodmorning" text...a "just because" kiss... am I asking for too much?
"... Like an anchor in the water I have my priorities in order That made you be the only one love in my life I would vow to never leave ya rub your back boy do anything to please ya all you gotta do is come around and I'm a lock you down..."
I have so much going for me. Im not fucking every nigga I see. I know where I want to go in life and how Im going to get there. I dont think Im half bad looking. Im smart, funny, talented. I have so much love to give. Believe me...{ } will never fall short with me hunny. Ill be { } down ass chick. Wife potential to the MAX.....
The only thing missing in my Love Story is {you}.
24.2.09
23.2.09
And Now I Take Life as it Comes.
Isnt it funny how one moment your life is in shambles...completely falling apart; and the next, everything is perfect. Absolutely and insanely perfect.
Ive been thinking...maybe the bad times are meant to teach us how to appreciate the good times. After all, constant perfection is boring. Right now, I am working on taking my life one day at a time. Im learning to enjoy the little things in life. The smiles, kisses, hugs, laughter. All of these things make my time here worth while. Maybe this new strategy will help me make it when times get hard.
I will be able to look back on all of the things that make life enjoyable, and I will realize that tomorrow is another day. Maybe I'll learn to let the past be the past...and to forgive those who have hurt me.
Maybe, just maybe, this is my chance.
"...that's just reality, no it cant always be, kisses, hugs, and beautiful words..."
Ive been thinking...maybe the bad times are meant to teach us how to appreciate the good times. After all, constant perfection is boring. Right now, I am working on taking my life one day at a time. Im learning to enjoy the little things in life. The smiles, kisses, hugs, laughter. All of these things make my time here worth while. Maybe this new strategy will help me make it when times get hard.
I will be able to look back on all of the things that make life enjoyable, and I will realize that tomorrow is another day. Maybe I'll learn to let the past be the past...and to forgive those who have hurt me.
Maybe, just maybe, this is my chance.
"...that's just reality, no it cant always be, kisses, hugs, and beautiful words..."
22.2.09
Losing Myself
Why is it that even when we try to better ourselves, theres always someone waiting to see us fail? Its taken me so long, too long, to finally become happy with myself again....to finally love myself again. Ive been hurt in more ways than anyone could ever fathom. And honestly, I dont think I'll ever tell anyone my entire story. Is it possible for someone to listen, without judging me? Believe me, I know Ive done some stupid things. But isnt that my right as an American?! LOL.
So many people think they know me. *NEWSFLASH* they dont. People had absolutely no clue what was going on in my life last semester. They told me that I was broken, and gradually, I believed them. I tried to be invisible. Class, home, sleep...Class, home, sleep...Class, home, sleep. My friends didnt understand. My family didnt understand. Most of the time I didnt understand myself.
Looking back now, I realize that my recent heartbreak had little to do with my brokeness. Through all of the tears and lonely nights, what I was really longing for was compassion. I needed someone to talk to, someone who would listen, but not judge. I didnt realize how cruel people could be until i came to Hampton University. Never before had I been around so many people who wanted to hurt me intentionally--who were waiting for me to collapse. I was always told that you should treat people how you would like to be treated. I always believed that people were genuinely good at heart.
The things that I learned and witnessed in the past year will stay with me forever. Never again will I assume that someone cares for me the way that I care for them. Never again will I put all of my trust into an individual.
Its sad really. I was that girl my entire life. It was who I was. Loving, trusting, giving. People always valued these qualities in me. Most people grow emotionally as they get older. I think Ive shrunk. Ive lost myself.
I used to be the sweetest girl.
So many people think they know me. *NEWSFLASH* they dont. People had absolutely no clue what was going on in my life last semester. They told me that I was broken, and gradually, I believed them. I tried to be invisible. Class, home, sleep...Class, home, sleep...Class, home, sleep. My friends didnt understand. My family didnt understand. Most of the time I didnt understand myself.
Looking back now, I realize that my recent heartbreak had little to do with my brokeness. Through all of the tears and lonely nights, what I was really longing for was compassion. I needed someone to talk to, someone who would listen, but not judge. I didnt realize how cruel people could be until i came to Hampton University. Never before had I been around so many people who wanted to hurt me intentionally--who were waiting for me to collapse. I was always told that you should treat people how you would like to be treated. I always believed that people were genuinely good at heart.
The things that I learned and witnessed in the past year will stay with me forever. Never again will I assume that someone cares for me the way that I care for them. Never again will I put all of my trust into an individual.
Its sad really. I was that girl my entire life. It was who I was. Loving, trusting, giving. People always valued these qualities in me. Most people grow emotionally as they get older. I think Ive shrunk. Ive lost myself.
I used to be the sweetest girl.
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