as i sat on my nice leather couch last night, i remember thinking how surrounding yourself with luxuries and beautiful things doesn’t always fix what is really going on inside.

a lot of shit has gone down in the last while and keep wondering why uncertainties always seem to upset me and stir me in a negative state.…

as we grow older, we learn all kinds of lessons and it is those lessons that either make us or break us.

i for one, hate the fact that everything has to be a lesson when life should just be simple but with responsibility of course.…

it has come to my attention that most people do not recognize the value of a good Sunday or day off for that matter. ¬†my big thing was i posted a comment on Facebook about lawn mowers and weed wackers on Sundays which annoys me and some people were offended¬†by this.…

the hardening of ones’ soul is called touch love; you do everything you can to make sure that no one sees your weak points. they call it getting a backbone. but what happens when at one point or another you become so overwhelmed with life, that backbone is a time passed?…

there are people in my life that have often tried to fix me, make me into something i am not and have made big statements about it like it was the worse thing in the world. being something you are not, can often lead to unhealthy situations.…

it occurred to me yesterday, the one’s you never thought could be your friend turn out to be the best friends. sometimes, we read people the wrong way; we think they are the least likable individual and then for some reason they do something to throw you for a loop and you become very intrigued with them.…

Love ~ as we look back at our experiences in love, we the many differences. we wonder why we were infatuated with some, overly in love with others and how the odd relationships were merely a go between. the fact remains, we have taken from all our loves and learned some valuable lessons.…

passion…a small word with such a big definition. i used to have it and now i have lost the ability. passion for work, passion for friendships, passion for people, passion for love and even passion for sex. now, it is as if i only stand around like a robot waiting for someone to input some information so that i know what i must do next.…