tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611176003559932932012-02-16T04:05:52.596-08:00Samanthaaaa !http://www.blogger.com/profile/07548255810271816386noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461117600355993293.post-7133417701213704092011-07-31T01:56:00.000-07:002011-07-31T02:17:30.368-07:00Nobody could tell me who i really am. Who I really love. Affairs of the heart yeah. Hahaha. Anyways, I am stopping. No more gossip. No more back-stabbing. No more discussion. Nothing for my self-gratification. Or my self-glorification. I just dont understand why most people are all talk and no action. Does it even help anyone? Does it serve the purpose, does that even makes you a leader?<br />NO. IT DOES NOT. so just stop it. Stop shouting. Stop. Just stop everything you are doing.<br /><br />My ear hurts. It got screamed INTO for no fucking reason yesterday. I mean like WTHECK you just made me hate you. My left ear. It just keeps hurting and buzzing. And i cant hear well anymore. IT'S AIRY.<br />Hey. YOU. MY EARS ARE MINE. FUCKING MINE. NOW I CANT HEAR ANYTHING WELL. ARE YOU GOING TO PAY ME BACK. FOR FUCKSAKE CAN YOU PLEASE GROW UP. I need my ears. I need to hear. <br />WHY? Why the fuck did you do that? I just dont understand it. Why?<br />I could ask myself that question for years and i will never find a fucking answer. <br /><br />WHY MUST EVERYONE TALK SO LOUD? TALKING LOUDER DOESNT GIVE YOU A VOICE. IT GIVES EVERYONE ELSE A HEADACHE AND BAD EARS. No way am I going back. I am staying here. NO MORE. NO MORE AM I SHOUTING. NO MORE ARE THEY GOING TO MAKE ME LISTEN TO THEM.<br />NO more. iamlettingmyselfgo.<br /><br />Rachael told me once about being anal. Thats how i am now.<br />I need everything to work perfect. I cant let it go.<br />But I know i need to. God is in control. God is in control.<br />I have to keep telling myself God is in control.<br />He is. God is in control.<br />God knows me. He knows all.<br />I need to trust in him.<br />I need to have faith.<br /><br />this whole week tested me. Who i really was and who my friends really are.<br />My best friend. Can I consider that she is?<br />Stubborn and rufusing to listen. Asking me a question and fucking told me there is no answer.<br />OK. BUT WHY THE FUCK DID YOU ASK THE QN IN THE SAME PLACE.<br /><br />You could say my post was filled with FUCK all over.<br />But seriously. When a girl needs to let it out. She needs to let it out.<br />Don't judge. Honestly. Don't.<br />Life will give you a pat on the back sometimes and shot you the next.<br />So don't judge. Never judge anyone. You don't know them. You dont know anything.<br />All you proud people laughing, God's watching I am not.<br />You could act all high and mighty but deep down YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW that you dont have what it takes. You do not have what it takes.<br />Dont get all insecure on me and say well, i dont think that you have it too.<br />BUT HEY, IT IS FOR ME TO JUDGE HUH! NOT YOU.<br />SO FUCKING SUCK IT UP.<br />YOU WILL NEVER BE ME.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461117600355993293-713341770121370409?l=myonepictureoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samanthaaaa !http://www.blogger.com/profile/07548255810271816386noreply@blogger.com0