I can’t begin to count the amount of delusional women I’ve come into contact with in my 22 years of living, but what I can say is that usually the topic that most women seem to be delusional about is relationships… The misconception that having sex with a man means that he is your man…Most women fail to admit to themselves that they are just a “booty call.” Unless both parties have acknowledged a relationship, it does NOT exists. You are just a piece of ass to him…so…be that piece of ass and don’t expect nothing more. As Binky would say..Don’t “ride” for a man who isn’t even thinking about you. Truth is truth baby, sorry.
Photoshoot fresh looking like wealth about to call the paparazzi on myself. (this track….no words.)
Erratic, irrational behaviour makes regular people flip their lids and lose control. When you can’t make sense of something you start to lose your freakin marbles since your head, common sense and heart all point in polar directions. When someone tells you they love you but act like they could care less about you, it confuses the senses. You might walk away because you are smart enough to know that actions speak louder than words but what if on your first step in the right direction, the other person starts magically doing AND saying the right things? You retreat! And then when things go back to the way they were you try to flea, then they give chase and you (still hoping for the best) decide to see this wave through. Do this dance enough times and see if you don’t go a little mad! Engaging emotions, hope, pride and gambling in one relationship is a recipe for disaster and the most common cause of the crazy bitch syndrome.
As fate would have it….it wasn’t meant to be. I will forgive all the bad times, and keep all the good times as beautiful memories.
I am learning to accept my curves…shiit, I’m a Latina I’m supposed to have them…and any flaws I may have ARE beautiful.
THE GREATEST….no argument needed.
I could put this shit on repeat and never get tired of it. Something about this song puts me at ease.
For the most part I allow my thoughts to consume me. The “what if’s” penetrate and torture me at times. I allow this to happen. I am slowly becoming a victim to my own mind. Enslaved to these negative feelings, these negative emotions, that no one should ever feel or let become a part of them. I watch the good pass me by because I am frightened of the potential hurt and pain that good posses. So time passes by and I remain trapped in my safe zone. My only rescue, my only knight in shining armor, is too afraid to save herself.
Looking for some things I think that I can find in you….trust issues
Who knows maybe I’m crazy…
