Aww, you’re sweet. Well, I think people are the way that they are because of how they were raised & their family structure. Like, think about it. As you grow up, you are exposed to so many thoughts and situations. Your family is the starting foundation of your knowledge. & whether people realize it or not, it’s the essence of who we are. They influence your thoughts & teach you what they feel is right vs. wrong. Their perspective becomes your norm. & it’s interesting to see the different statistics that formulate from certain factors. Like, I heard that the most common factor in adults who are addicted to drugs is that their father wasn’t around growing up. I never met mine. & my mom lived in the Philippines since I was 13, while I was here in America. I realized that my mom taught me so well, that her lessons kept me from doing retarded shit even when she wasn’t physically around. I could’ve been nothing & slacked because she wasn’t there, but she taught me better. Now I’m completely independent & take care of her too. & going from my ex to Joe was a complete 180. My ex had a fucked up family, no structure whatsoever. & he couldn’t break out of his past or grow out of it. It was exhausting really, he was holding me back from so much because he wasn’t going anywhere on his own. But Joe’s family makes me feel like my own, & that’s one thing I had always wished for. I know that Joe loves like a fairytale because of his parents. He has great influences & stability. He never wanted to do anything but skate, which I support all the way. But when we started dating, he got serious, went back to school & got A’s on every test, now he’s working as a pharmacy technician. We are influenced by people more than we realize, we just have to remember to have the right influences.
Some days I really just wish I could shake you by the shoulders enough to rattle your senses. You’re so lovely & wonderful & all of this is just not fair for you. Why is it that good girls stand by their man 100%, despite him & all his douchebaggery? Like, I understand that you’re somewhat blinded by the love & memories, but have you ever thought that perhaps you’re more into the IDEA of said person, rather than the person themself? We build so much up in our minds, that we don’t see things for what they really are, objectively, until we see it through a clear conscious.
I’m not trying to be an asshole, I just really want to be there for you. I just hope you’re not wasting your time, but if you are I’ll be there to help you pick up the pieces he carelessly shattered. Cuz honestly, mutha fucka is bein damn reckless & if he does hurt you, he’ll probably have to die.
There’s a boundary line, any further with this tomfuckery will have him incinerated.
[If you think I’m writing about you, I’m not. But if thats what you thought, you might have to reevaulute a few things.]
Really wanna go to the city tomorrow because its long overdue. That, & I need a fuckin haircut. I wanna go but I don’t wanna take the bart by myself :[ Last time these dudes were trying to talk to me whole time while I had my headphones on. They sat kinda far from me, so they were pretty much just yelling in my direction while I pretended not to hear anything. Awkward.
Just someone say you’ll come to the city with me dammit! At this point, I could care less who.
THANKS, HUNNAY. I LOVE YOUR HAWT ASS BAWD.
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“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?