I can't keep doing this to myself. I can't blame you! I can't blame the world! God knows that I wish that I could! The only person that I can blame is myself. I constantly place myself into situations in which I know that I can do nothing but get hurt. I thought I was supposed to be narcissistic. Shouldn't I be more protective about my own feelings ( Read more... )

What about the times you lied to me ( Read more... )

Yes, that is right...my new name is Mgonebi, but you can call me Mgon for short. Oh, and Maria is Ama. That is what I got out of my Intro to Theater Production class today. Did I mention that I had 2 hours of sleep last night, and that they didn't bother to take attendance today. Oh so that means I could have slept through class and no one would ( Read more... )

Why? Is there a reason that I sit here like this? Is there a reason why you hate me---why I hate myself? Words are cheap, and yet they mean so much! The things you say are meaningless to you---yet so important to me. Flamboyant is a word associated with hate. A faggot, queer, or homo I can handle, but flamboyant makes me want to hurt you for ( Read more... )

so after two months, we finally had a date...

Life truly is a great ball of confusion! Ya know something...my friends at home---kiki, amie, jenna---always told me that I was a bitch and hard to get along with, but I never really took them seriously. That is until now ( Read more... )

"Alright maybe gonna find him today, I gotta get someone to call my lover. (Yeah baby c'mon!) Alright baby come and pass my way, I gotta get someone to call my lover. (Yeah baby c'mon ( Read more... )

As I sit here waiting to leave for my Movement Conference, the Jackson 5 are relaxing me. I have been thinking a lot lately about what I want. Like what do I want from my life. What do I want from love? What do I want from relationships? It is a peculiar thought, even more so when you don't quite have them ( Read more... )

Well, it has certainly been a week(end) of ups and downs. I guess I'll go back to Friday. I was extremely depressed and upset (for various reasons). To cope with this depression, Morgan thought it would be a good idea to drown our sorrows in a bottle of Tequilla, and oooooooh boy did we ever drown them. Still, though, I was just not feeling the ( Read more... )

oh dear sweet Tequilla. How you try to make my troubles disappear! You are so sweet and soft to my lips, and yet so hard and rough in my throat...

thank you Mr. Tequilla man...

you are the only man I need!