(via robynrihannafenty)
Her name is Ruby… 😊 (Taken with instagram)
I looked loaded. Welp. (Taken with instagram)
Only two people likes my hair yesterday. (Many) Black males hate my hair. Lol (Taken with instagram)
Hair all over… 😁 (Taken with instagram)
Am I the only one NOT excited about Cinco de Mayo?? Most likely… Everyone is talking about how messed up they are going to be today and how it’s going to be extrememly fun. Well I will be working because I am not off until around nine tonight. Even if I wasn’t I would probably try to catch up on sleep. I hope everyone is safe and doesn’t act like too much of an ass. Have fun!
(Source: spiritualinspiration, via cocoadoll)
(via robynrihannafenty)
So, I started a new journal of thoughts somewhere private. I needed the freedom of writing without worrying about people judging my most inner thoughts and personal business. I say a lot on Twitter, Tumblr, and Facebook (when it was activated), but the things close to my heart (private things) will never be exposed to the greedy gossipers of the networks. I can’t take people snooping around trying to get information just so they could talk down on someone else - just to make themselves feel superior. Don’t get me wrong, we all joke around and rib one another. However, if you’re a general, all around hater please stay clear from me. I don’t have time for that.
Anyways, getting back to what I was saying…
I have so much on my mind at all times, and I have about two journals full of crap from previous years up until now. Sometimes it helps me release, and other times not so much. For the most part though, I love that I could look back on past situations in life and see how far I’ve come (or not). Sometimes the stories make me depressed… I could even get emotional all over again when reading. As of right now my journals are mediocre - nothing exciting is ever recorded due to the fact nothing exciting really happens in my life right now. I guess at twenty-one life is what it is. I’m struggling trying to make it to the top (whatever the hell the top is) one day at a time. I cry over a few sad things every now and then, and I toast to the good every once in a while… The life.
