Never by me and my problems how have you been
Definitely go with the the career that makes you happy and if it brings in money also. That's just better for you. & I'm doing good. Sorry about the late response CWFS doesn't get much love from me outside of reblogging something. But I'm good, life is going well.
C. A freaking C. Amaya’s sounds of joy and good spirits or as I could call it, commotion, was making me even more enraged than I would have been had this been something I experienced alone. Instead, here I am with a failing grade and she’s here with a A+. Now don’t get me wrong, Maya is smart. Does all her work and studies as much as the rest of us does. But this last paper on “What Makes A Human Love?” was much of an group effort, using most of my ideas. We literally stayed up all night long, using our jointed bullet board to match notes, combined ideas, and then and finally prepare our first opening paragraphs. The next morning came and we finished our papers together. How was this happening? Shaking my head I started away from the grade wall outside of Wilcox’s classroom; glad that was the final time I’ll be getting a grade from him. The man was a pain. He purposefully found ways to make my living a hell. I came to FIU because it was an easy call. Most of my high school friends came, plus the school was the first to response to me. I thought it was a sign to attend. Sometimes I believe I was wrong.
Had it been a year ago, and someone was to question the dumbest thing I had done thus far; there wouldn’t have been a response. All my decisions up to here, had been mutual. Something me and my heart had in agreement with one another. From the decision to be an “freelancer” of this business Cole and I shared or even when cutting ties and burning bridges with ones I might need again at any point. Regardless, it was believed that I knew what could be the outcome. Cole knew me better than most people would assumed. We didn’t spend day in or day out with one another. Makes business too noticeable. It’ll make unnecessary clues pop up. We knew this game well. Watched both of our Pops make mistakes in this shit, so we knew what ropes to take and what ropes to burn so we didn’t repeat mistakes on our journey. But right now, though, as he stood in the doorway of my home office and den, I knew none of those pride-less decisions I made in the past didn’t matter anymore. Our years together as adolescents probably no longer matter either. I had one mistake on my hands. That even I couldn’t ignore. “So, what you plan on doing Tone?"
Lol now i see why there be so many undecided students when they go to a university
Right. Once you get there and start studying; there's a reality check on if you really want to spend the rest of your life doing that.
Saying goodbye was always the hardest thing to do. I struggled with the loss of an committed connection. The thought of never finding something to fill the void kept me going and believing that whatever had me ready to give up would vanish.
It hasn’t always been this way. I started to believe this philosophy after my father’s death; I became more attached to those around me. Hint why I’m protective of my mother. Have the same best friend since elementary school and I worked my behind off to be accepted into a Miami college or university so I wasn’t leaving home.
Whereas with the club; the void being filled hadn’t happened yet. For a few weeks now I had been waiting on test results from Wilcox. Just at the beginning of December I took my entrance test for FIU’S Nursing Program. It took time and patience, but I finally, just weeks shy of my birthday, got those results back via my science professor, Mr. Wilcox. I may hate the man and probably vice versa, but I could tell even he was surprised to inform me I had did satisfactorily during the exam.
So, there went the club. I was never anticipating on the chance to dance my way through college. Nursing program meant long hours of internships and proving myself. I couldn’t commit to both. And the club wasn’t for me anymore. I see it as an income and exercise. So, now that I’ve toned up my body in areas and saved over 75% of my income from the club; I can finally cut ties.
I'm lost . How does it go from her moving out to her seeing him on the low for some peen?? I'm so confused .
It's been a while since I wrote on this, but Toya simply used Jermaine after their parting because she needed him in ways only he had proven to her.
why do you write love ?
The same person as @akldm-ff, but definitely still for an outlet. To be in another world that I control and love.
Yeah that is truth that maybe why i needed a break from social media for a minute i didnt think college could be difficult
Aww yes. It is. I promise if there was a way around it; I would skip my ass off. Lol
Yeah it did it worked out great because at the time i was trying to figure out if i want to transfer from my AA degree to have a bachelor degree and what major i would want to study when i go for my bachelor see one thing i figured about college is nobody tell you about these things
College is difficult for a fact, but you made it work and that's all that matters!
Hey everything have been goodjust been busy with school needed to take a social media break while i figure while i figure out what i want to do next
That's smart to do for awhile. Getting away from what all the drama and unnecessary stress is cool. I hope it worked out for you too.
“I wasn't happy when mad happy shit was happening to me. What is it that’s holding you back from appreciating this shit? It was like, ego. It was 100% ego. The ego is never satisfied with amount of success or any amount of money or any amount of anything. So once I seen that, I realized I was missing the point of what everything was about. Which was appreciating the little shit first. That other shit aint nothing—living in the moment.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY J.COLE!
January 28,1985
I don’t play no games
boy I ain’t no joke
Like the great Rakim, when I make my notes
You niggas might be L
or you might be Kane
Or you might be Slick Rick with 19 chains
Or you might be Drizzy Drake
or Kendrick Lamar
But check your birth date nigga, you ain’t the God
Nah you ain’t the God
Nigga, Cole the God
January 28th
[on being a bill collector]: Yeah; to be good at bill-collecting, you have to ignore your feelings. I remember sitting there on the phone, listening to people tell me that they’re losing their house, that their husband has cancer, and then I’m supposed to ask them if they have $50? I couldn’t do that shit. Sometimes I would just listen to their stories and then say, “I’m sorry, have a good day.” I couldn’t even ask them for the money!
Hey stranger how have you been
Hey, boo. I have been good. How about you? Everything okay?
9 semanas después // 9 weeks later
La’Melia’s body tensed the entire time she sat along the board line of what felt like her own suicide death and hell. The air was thinner than what it should legally be allowed in her mind. Her chest was tighter than it should’ve been for such a situation. Her stomach was flipping and twisting; her nerves all over the place. It was a stupid, stupid mistake. One she and he could have easily walked away from. Their intense argument turned into years of sexual frustration boiling over and spilling between them. Her heart nor pride would allow her to admit how amazing she felt during and after she and Shade’s sex because it wasn’t worth the heavy burden. The annoying need of questioning her; wondering what happened or why she even allowed him to get so comfortable with her body; or even vice versa that the boundary was blurred for the moment?
Truth is, she needed him.
