907 Words 
Whoa! I haven’t been on my site for a minute now, for a month and some change….. isn’t that some shit. I’ve been sort of busy lately so I apologize to those that actually care about my little site and I. About a few weeks back, I came across this quote —
I sort of typed up a blog for a fiction board that I be on faithfully and I’ve decided to share this blog with you all and give you all a little insight in my life. I hold my life and it’s experiences dear to my heart to keep folks from judging me but being judged is something that comes along with life. It’ll never stop even after you have lived your life and reached the afterlife.
and it goes a little something like this –
No. I didn’t do drugs because I’ve seen my father and quite a few of my family members partake in the nasty habit…. And let’s just say they ruined their lives for that quick fix, screwed their families to the utmost high and lost the trust of plenty. So, I refused to go down the road, to this day I haven’t even taken my first hit of marijuana and I’m quite sure I won’t because I caught contact back in high school once and it scared me shitless. No. I didn’t become an alcoholic because I’ve watched my grandmother spend countless dollars a day on quenching her thirst for some shit that taste like earwax and don’t even bother asking ‘how do you know what earwax taste like?’ When you’re little, you taste a little bit of everything and some of that crap stays with you, even until your golden years. But there was other things that I indulged in that made folks frown upon my behavior because in most people’s eyes … my family was like the American Dream and on top of that, my mother is a minister.
Yes. I was grateful for everything my family did but at the same I was passed the point of pissitivity from the way they kept me sheltered from so many things in life that led me to so many anxiety attacks in my life.
I was a rebel without a clue, says my mother.
But I felt as though, I had to rebel to capture the attention of my mother because she failed to acknowledge the positive things I had done in my life. So when I rebelled….. I had rebelled hard to the point where my mother actually told me she didn’t care two shits about me. But at that point, I realized life is about experiences and you being able to conquer then one by one on your own without having to lean on someone for support. I had gained my backbone at the age of 21…. I’m 22 now, so it took me awhile but I did it. So when I feel as though the world is passing me by all the damn time, I just look back on my life…. not as a burden of mistakes and regrets but as an award because I overcame some shit, half of the folks I know couldn’t. My mother to this day, doesn’t support majority of the things I want to achieve … and I mean that physically, emotionally and financially. If I’m not doing what she wants me to do, which is work at Horizon BCBS under her while she’s a senior … then she’ll throw a hissy fit but she’ll have to keep on throwing them because I’m not quitting. I love taking my own risks, under my own influence and it does pay off in the end.
I got a little carried away with it but when the thoughts are ready to reveal itself, you have spill every little drop. That blog wasn’t even supposed to go in that direction, it was supposed to be focused on how I was maturing in my love life right before my own eyes discreetly. Ehh.
I’ve done a bit of updating with the site, added a few icons — maybe I’ll do a bit more other stuff, whenever I have the time. Muah! 
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