February 18-12.
sometimes i wonder why you always have to turn your back on me,
i’ve always thought that being part of a family should mean more then that.
loving someone shouldn’t revolve around the life choices they make.
you don’t have a clue about how you disowning me for about the millionth time in my life affects me.
i keep telling myself with all the shit you’ve put me through i should be used to it by now, but the truth is i fight with myself everyday, everyday i spend second guessing my choices because of you.
i wish for once you could see things my way, then you might for a second know what it’s like to spend the majority of your life without loving parents.
a parents love is supposed to be unconditional, but yours isn’t.
you love me when you have time, and when im doing and making the things you approve of.
you always tell me to do the right thing, you’ve raised me to know right from wrong.
im a grown women, and i know you don’t like to accept it but i know whats right and whats wrong. i’m capable of making my own life choices.
yet, you’ve told me you want nothing to do with me because you don’t feel im making the right choices, and i’m making a mess of my life.
because i’m making my own decisions in life.
i don’t understand how you can disown your own child, but hey.
that’s a choice you’ve made, your a grown man, you make your own choices.
i’ll never understand, i’ll spend the rest of my life wondering what a child could possible do so wrong to have their parents want nothing to do with them.
i guess i’ll just live my life being what you think, a spoiled, ungrateful, excuse of human being.
with love, your disowned daughter.
when you was just a young’un you’re looks but so precious.
but now your grown up, so fly its like a blessing but you can’t have a man look at you for 5 seconds, without you being insecure. you never credit yourself so when you got older, it’s seems like you came back 10 times over, now you’re sitting here in this damn corner. looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder;
see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart —
never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
[how to love, how to love] .
see you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever —
now you in the corner tryna put it together
[how to love, how to love].
young mula baby ♥.
yeah you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown.
i smoke a million swisher blunts and i ain’t never coming down.
bitch you ain’t no barbie i see you work at arby’s —
number 2, super-sized, hurry up i’m starving ;)♥.
lovehuur <3.



