Hello dear readers. I have risen once again from my long slumber of which I call the 'working life'. I have slaved endlessly to make dues with bills, debts and hookers. Bitches be crazy. It's been some time since I sat down and wrote, about anything really. My mind has been elsewhere, wandering off into the unknown or known, waiting patiently for someone or something to grab hold of me. I don't know why its taken me so long to put thought onto the screen of my dusty ass computer, but it just has. There's so much I would love to spew all over your junk ( take it as you please ;) ) My life, my story has always been about others really, never once thinking about myself for long periods of time. I like that. Even though I get chewed up and spat out like some flavorless gum, I always wanted to make everyone feel wanted. Because when they were happy, I was happy. I always got to a point where I said, " No more.", but that's not me. I need that. Call it weak or pathetic, I was made this way. My parents raised me to be compassionate, and humble. They also taught me pride. And boy, I have a lot of that. However, some people know how to abuse that, and make me vulnerable. It's a twisted feeling at first, but maybe I've grown accustomed to it. Maybe I need that kick to the teeth to wake me up from false pride.
