I have no problem with thieves and cheats. It’s liars that I can’t fucking stand. Steal from me? I can have it replaced. Play me? I can play you right the fuck back. I really can’t think of anything more annoying than a fucking liar. And now I’m starting to understand why bitches go crazy after their men lie to them. It’s like, you KNOW what you know, and all you want is for somebody to fucking admit it.

I have friends that steal, but they never hide their intentions. I have family that are sluts, but they never deny who they slept with. And then I have lying ass people that just happen to be related to me, and it’s really fucking with my mental.

Seriously, how hard is it to tell the truth?


The Pursuit of Happiness > The Pursuit of Money

When you become a parent, it isn’t the pretty picture that people paint in movies. Unicorns and fairies and rainbow sprinkles. It’s really fucking hard.

It’s hard watching your child see other children get what they want at the sound of a tantrum. It’s hard telling your child “next time” when they point at something while out shopping. It’s hard trying to raise your child with a sense of MONEY ISN’T EVERYTHING when todays society is built on material things.

This is what gets me out of bed every morning – the yearning for a better place to raise my child. A place where she isn’t influenced by the things that don’t matter. A place where I can teach her (without the disruption or interference of others) that in life, being happy is more important than having everything.


How do you unfriend a friend in real life?

You ever have those moments when you don’t realize you’ve made a mistake until it’s too late to turn back? They’ve already met your family. They’ve established a connection with the people closest to you. BUT in your heart and in your mind, you know that this person needs professional and psychological help. What do you do? Knowing that you have your own problems and issues to deal with. Do you keep pretending to care about this person, all the while, being untrue to yourself? Or do you tell him/her that you don’t want to be there for them, knowing it will kill them because they don’t have anybody else?