She continues to think that I'm being socially intimate with someone else The only fucking problem is I don't want anyone else Of course I have conversations with those of the opposite kind But that's because I don't want that same sex shit locked in my mind
Shit like what was the score on this and that fucking game What are the poetess with the nicest asses name I just upgraded my fucking phone to match my rims I wear any color that I choose because I'm down with self instead of them
An outright phoney espousing of honour— I've decided to no longer silently sit by and abide that tragedy
That. supposed. oath.
of sham solidarity once seen in a harsh spotlight of reality it's "Bitches will be Bitches " yeah, truth is like that spotlighting the spoken deplorable showcasing a detailed hypocrisy in all that throwaway high horse...
Your altitude determines your attitude and sometimes smiling wins more friends than frowning and whatever the mind can conceive and believe it can achieve and sometimes too our bad or good situations can be changed if we first changed ourselves, and to change ourselves effectively we first had to change our perceptions. But sometimes the greater the change the more difficult our challenges become. sometimes listening rather than talking much is very important because listening involves patience, openness and the desire to understand.