So true story my friend Christopher once told me that I got about two good years left before niggas don’t want me anymore. I often think about this and laugh but I also often think about this and cringe. Because what if in two years I magically wake up and men are like oh my [...]
TW: Suicide & Depression If me and my best friend Gina are gonna do one thing in this life it’s gonna be make a joke. The world could be ending and there we go with our dry humor laughing about something that’s probably not funny. I mean its bad with us and I always tell her “One [...]
How do men know when to pop up? Is there like an ain’t shit nigga alarm that goes off when they’re all hanging out in the studio and they all have to sit there and figure out which one of their girls it is? Or is it just a coincidence? I don’t understand, the math [...]
Let me start off by saying that I am in fact, not one of Gods strongest soldiers. I didn’t even sign up to go to war. I want god to know to stop fucking playing with me, dead ass because its not funny anymore. I’m going to be so brutally honest with y’all and myself [...]
Bitches are dumb. It’s me, I’m bitches. It’s a mental illness to do the same thing over and over and expect different results. THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT THE FUCK I DO WITH MY LIFE AND THEN GET MAD WHEN I DON’T GET DIFFERENT RESULTS! That my friends is crack head behavior, and I don’t even [...]
I was supposed to post a blog weeks ago but I don’t listen, not even to myself. I am also late to everything and I mean everything, its like one of my worst habits besides being wrong and playing victim but this isn’t a blog about that. It’s about love. It’s actually about a lot [...]
These are my quarantine confessions. I hate living upstate. I hate my job. I hate the weight that I’ve gained. I hate quarantining. I hate being so sad and angry all the time. I think about how my old life and self, seemed to have been snatched away from me last year all the time. [...]
I am losing it guys. I do not know how much longer I can stay in the house before I fully and completely lose all of my mind. I haven’t written in weeks. I haven’t really done anything really but narowlly escape depression time and time again. On the not so bright side I do [...]
The Reformed Hoe. 