“peace, love & positivity.” *goes on and on with the negative shit*
“positivity over everything” *is the most negative person in the world*
“i hate when yall come for so and so” *drags every nigga in the world*
“the thirst is real” *sits there dehydrated*
“ignore the ignorance” *pays it so much attention*
make up your damn mind. good GOD.
I think I’m homeless. In the dictionary, home is described as a residence, family group, or birthplace. My favorite definition is “the place where one feels as though they belong”. I still have yet to find that place whose presence wraps me up in security and embraces me with a warm welcome. A place that I can tell just ”wasn’t the same” without me. An ambiance where I can leave every guard and inhibition behind bc there is no room or need for such restraints. I wanna find wherever that may be and then when I do, I wanna go home.
understanding how and why this up down in and out shit is supposed to be okay. I never really learned how to function in a relationship that was more than friends but not quite lovers. i’m wrong for everything i do. you don’t like my friends, clearly exes are a negative, and now i can’t hang with guys? the only thing left for me to enjoy on this earth is plants and animals. smh. boy i’ll tell ya, i’m not even going to get mad, but that insecurity is a crazy muthafucka ain’t it?
Dating A Jamaican
*AND I LIVEEEEE*