Yes, it’s finally here the last day of the year. Happy fucking New Year!
People will be making resolutions to do better, feel better and be better. Way to go! Make it happen. Be positive and go forth with the best intentions!
We all need each other in some way and in most ways we do not know yet.
Happy Fucking New Year!
Peace Out!
I can post on my own social media account what I want when I want!
Yeah, maybe not!
I sometimes want to say something but I know that person can see what I am writing and they will deaf know it’s about them. However, if you wait the feel and/or feeling will go away. Right??
No, but yes. You end up writing it down, errr-racing it and then posting something totally opposite. Right??
So, here I write, i can’t be my own person on social media for fear of my friends.
Peace Out!
I guess you know that’s Thanksgiving!
The smell of great, wonderful, fattening, carbs coming from the kitchen.
The family that you haven’t seen, don’t wanna see, can remember if you’ve seen, along with the family friends who came to see.
The weird feelings.
The weird family members.
The weird people who are about to be in the family.
To all I say Happy Thanksgiving…welcome!
Peace Out!
I am very troubled by an article I just read. It was a person writing in for help, kinda like a Dear Abby. He stated that he had been in the “closet” his entire life and he was 63 years old.
I felt bad that he could never at any point in his life say those words and live his life. Why? Why did he feel and still feel like he can’t tell anyone ? He states that he figured most of his friends already know but that he still says, “maybe one day I’ll meet a nice girl”. What? Why?
I just don’t understand. I want to help but no one can help.
I once met a guy who was engaged to another guy and he had yet to even tell his parents he was gay.
This makes me so sad. You can’t just tell them to do it. It’s their life. They have to choose when and where.
But I tell you this. Live your life, make yourself happy, be the positive!
Peace Out!
I own my shit
I owe a lot of shit
I’ve known all of this shit
Keepin’ it real…aren’t we all known for NOT keepin’ it real?
I own what I say but do not necessarily want to be called out on it and made to realize that shit.
I owe sum bills and owe some people gratitude. I do not owe you an apology.
I’ve known this shit about myself for a while and maybe now you do to.
So, own it, pay it and acknowledge it.
Peace Out!
Dear Boo 