Everyone has a perspective, an idea of what they believe to be moral. 

Its also the individual’s prerogative as to whether or not they choose to express this perspective...well I do!...And may God help anyone who try’s to poo poo on my parade! 

Theres nothing more painful than the agony and torture of a re-occurring lesson. The man who continues to attract debt despite his grandiose earning potential or the woman who grumbles about her martial status; in spite of evading an innumerable amount of emotionally available men. Cycles, themes or lessons can be easily overlooked until they come around again like a slap up side your head. The sting of the clout used to make me cry out in despair! Life wasn’t fair, my mother was the devil that wore Zara, time was running out for my life to come together and if only my creative endeavors would become successful then I would finally be happy and free of drama.




Ugggggh! I fucking hate my life sometimes! Why, does it have to be soooo fucking hard at times!

Just when things appear to be moving nicely, it seems as if the rug gets pulled from beneath my feet.

Sometimes I feel as if I can’t go on, I want to quit and find a corner somewhere to die. (Apparently I’m a drama Queen! ;0)

Overwhelmed by my unfulfilled desires, fears and God knows what else; occasionally I just want to pull my wig off and throw my hands up in the air as if Im throwing up gang signs.


Have you ever felt the same? Can you relate to my pain? How do you deal with life’s shenanigans?

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