At least my momma gets it.
I wasn’t raised to judge the way you do.
To do things for others so they can be happy or to keep doing what makes me happy? Why can’t people just be happy for me. I always support the people I hold close to my heart with whatever decision they make. When it comes down to me, one simple thing I ask for. It’s so hard to get. Whatevs. It is what it is.
Oh hello there tumblr! I havent been on here in a while.
that is all, k bye!
Sometimes there are more important things worth worrying about. Prayers needed please.
You’ll always be missed.
Talking to my dad for the most part is like talking to a wall. But when he talks to everyone else it’s different. What tha heck did I do? I graduated hs and college with over a 3.0 I don’t do drugs, drink responsibly, not preggers n don’t plan on being one anytime soon.. So what’s the matter?