...OMFG really?

...OMFG really?

You know what I love?


People who don't have a fucking clue what they are talking about. I also love people who usually have an issue with putting a name to their opinions.
Hey, anonymous people who LOVE to pop in and out of my life to fill my social media vehicles with garbage. 
This one is for you!


I wish what I had was just a persecution complex I had to work out with a therapist.
Good thing is that I don't. Bad thing ? Is that the idiots who actually take the time to persecute and stalk and try to be me...are the ones in need of psychiatric help.
Those...most CERTAINLY need to get their issues resolved with a therapist.


If you were the one on the other side, getting threats for no apparent reason, phone calls, e-mails, etc...I am positive you wouldn't sit there and open your stupid face to come over here and type things like that.
Perhaps you should identify yourself instead and put a name to your so opinionated SELF and see what you can handle then.
Why so shy? I mean...I am not shy to say HEY this is my blog, if you're not liking the reading...fuck off. 
I did not ask for your meaningless opinion nor do I care what you think about me. Since you don't have the BALLS to identify yourself.
With that I will just assume you are some middle aged loser, who's husband or wife has cheated on...or is not interested in any longer...or lives a very sad pitiful life, a very desperate for attention life if anything.
The worst part is...you are such a sad individual you will never have what I HAVE in a million years.
I am fulfilled and complete...and amazing in every way. And please don't take this as a cocky statement.
Take this as someone who is confident enough to stand up and say...I KNOW WHO I AM and WHERE I STAND!
You clearly don't. You're not even able to identify yourself.
Pose me a real threat...and come tell me that garbage face to face...we'll see then who comes out breathing in the end.
Some people really have no fucking idea who they are dealing with. And here goes some friendly advice...
You probably don't want to find out!


On that note, the day you gather as many drama queen stalkers who are jealous of your life like I have, and haters, and people who simply just wanna completely throw away their own personalities so they can try and be like you...or...who knows...when you and your 7 month old baby almost get kidnapped, or...let's see...when someone threatens to kill themselves in front of you because you do not want to be with them...and so on...perhaps THEN you will live a day in my life and then understand that who needs a therapist ...is yourself perhaps.
This is my fucking blog, I will say what I want...whenever the fuck I want...and if you don't wanna read it...too fucking bad...and if you have a problem with it...oh well figure it out. Leave ME alone, my family alone, my friends alone, and anything that has to do with me and or my name.


And oh...next time...GROW A PAIR! Name yourself ya piece of Garbage.


With THAT out of my system...next time I blog I hope to bring only positive and great things to the people who actually care to read.
Much love to all.

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Some of them...

Some of them...

What do people see...when they see me? 


Truly?


I'd like to be in their heads only once, to know what it is that goes through several people's minds once they #1 first see me, #2 get to know me and then form an opinion of me #3 when they have never met me but know me and see me but perhaps have or have not yet formed an opinion of me.


I hate exposing my deepest thoughts and who I truly am to a lot of people, because that vulnerability comes right BACK.
And if you know me well you know I fucking hate that feeling.


Anyways, nothing scares me, or surprises me...unless it is really unexpected from people you don't expect it.
Happens every now and again to some...in my life, more often than I would like to admit.
I know so many people it gets hard to discern at times.
I am great at picking up on people's personalities and technically "feeling" people! 
Sometimes it gets impossible to do so. But why do I allow people to do that to ME or try to analyze me and get in so damn easily?
Even those who don't truly "speak" to me but...talk with their eyes, somehow find their way in. Even without any damn words.
Again the question....how...the fuck....do I let that shit happen? 


I am done putting up walls, absolutely done. Even because I am tough enough to automatically block that without getting hurt. But then again every once in a while...here...strolls along...someone or another and slips right through the cracks.
Must have been when I was asleep. I swear...cause my guard is never down, I've built a damn fort.


So quit making your way in if you don't want to stay. 
Don't get comfortable slipping through the cracks...and slippin' and sliding wherever you want. After all that should be a crime. 
If you got through, congratulations...now instead of hiding so you can "slip and slide" fucking own up and make your way to the top. Don't be a time wasting, free riding....free loading of my thoughts and feelings.
That just makes you a fucking asshole.


I understand that sometimes to stay away is preventing trouble, and boy do I know that...it's like preaching to the Preacher. But reality is, now and again ...the moment comes when you see my face again. And then what? Are you gonna hide and pretend you can't see? Bullshit cause we all know you can.


Gonna go back home and  pretend you don't remember the face you saw or think about the same face? While you get distracted what whatever you WISH would work out for you but...we all know in a few years...just won't change.
Nothing really can fix it. If it hasn't changed by now...no miracle...no change...no new "life", nothing.
The bottom line to this ...as I get side tracked is...wake up, there are people out there that aren't judging you. Who are feeling it through your eyes, how tired you are and how blend you feel life has been these days.


But back to me...whatever it is people believe or think I am...I might just be the opposite.
I am a friend, I am a vixen...I am a mom....I am a flirt...I am everything you want me to be...BUT what you think I should be.
Don't underestimate me, don't take me for granted. Don't assume things. 
I am everything but...a piece of meat.


Don't use me....don't abuse me...
Don't try to...


God, do I like to cover many topics in one blog? YES I do. But I haven't said anything for a few months now. Figured it was about time to stop staring at that blank page again, which I was stuck with a few months ago.
I am sure you remember that if you follow my blogs at all.


Just too many things brewing in my head...and boy do they need OUT! 


<3

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