It seems like the majority of your opinions either come from Tumblr or an intoxicated man's rant at a Truck Stop restaurant south of Alabama! Who knows?

The world turns to gray as dearest memories never fade away.

Sitting here staring into the sun, reminiscing about the days where life felt a little more at ease. About how all is changing, how I have grown into a woman with her own life as I mentally say goodbye to peace of mind.

I can be set free and they will still manage to try and wrap a chain around my ankle. This is how it feels to be surrounded by people who frown upon your existence and have no faith in you.

There are girls who are restricted from getting an education, married by the age of 6 to elderly men. Girls who have been violated as there ****** roams free, killed before or after they are born or left in garbage dumps to die for being female! And all you are worried about is a higher pay rate and how men look at you on the street. That is not fighting for equality, it is greed and corruption that does not bother to look at the world outside of where you stand as you pick on others and avoid the helpless.

They say I should miss you ,that I quickly moved on as I wake up every morning rejoicing that you're gone.

Her name was Maybelle Brown. She fell in the lake one morning and drown. Every night they hear her retchid sounds. She screams and screams, a demon she has been deemed. She stares back at you with a porcelain face and bright blue eyes, lurks in the mist with no blue skies, cry and find her as you hear her cries. Dead since eighteen eighty five not one soul in the lake has been found alive.
Will you join me for a dive?

Drowsy all the time, my breast feel as if they have been punched, after my nap I'm going to consume my third lunch. People asking why aren't I married? Or what will I name this child I carry. Some frown upon me, most jump with glee, they're so lucky that they do not get up 5 times a night just to ***. I lay in my bed with mild cramps in my tummy, craving everything down to mayo and cheese yummy! Friends and family get annoyed with my hormones because I like to **** and moan. I constantly drink because my throat is dry as they ask me " how did you let this happen and why?" The answer to the question is that I am responsible for what I've done and there is no reason for me to cover it up and run.

The only reason someone wakes up one morning and misses their ex is because the new person walked out of their life and they're lonely.

You'll get insults to infinity, I cannot judge because you do not know. Incase you do gain some dignity. I've learned to make it fun although the consequences is being shunned. No one wanted a "special" child like me but without your help I've learned to explore confidence like the seven seas.
There are pages about me that you have not read but if you walked in my small shoes you'd probably be dead. Yes I'm very  quite but in reality my imagination is on auto pilot. I'm tuning out the harsh thoughts I can read from your face, the body language that shouts "disgrace" you think I will never succeed but money, traveling, a job and marriage isn't the issue you've already lost because of your greed. You say that there are things that I cannot do but why should I give up my dreams and my life because of a sour soul like you?

I feel stupid for writing this, but I'll go ahead and take the risk. Airplanes that go by reminds me of when we watched them near the airport last July. Grocery shopping in the local store knowing that you won't hug me from behind anymore, sitting in the back of the cab on the way home, the sights we use to roam. The stuffed dragon that sits on my shelf, God I need some help! As well as the early morning sky when the moon shined, because you'd always pick me up at that at time. Most importantly a little baby boy who shares your face and has a loud voice, but what would you know? You've made your own choice. Above all I wish I could get you off my mind if you would be so kind.

I spent three years with you now you will spend an eternity in the sky. You were my first boyfriend and will now be my first funeral. It seems like yesterday that we were children hiding in my father's garden now we're all grown up and you have passed on.

It's hard for me to imagine that someone I once held the hand of is now lying lifeless in a morgue somewhere until you can be burried or cremated. I know that we went our separate ways years ago and I did not speak to you after being in a bitter state but I wished you the best in life.

But as of now I hope you are doing well in the afterlife and reuniting with those you lost and find comfort there.

R.IP Nehemiah, I'm sorry the way things ended between us.

Just because I disagree with you doesn't make me ugly. It means that you have no better comeback and I'm most likely right as it is.

Nowadays all these people act like middle schoolers who whine and cry to the world about how no one loves and accepts them and want revenge on their grade school bullies.

Being a bully in today's world is not someone who harasses you. It is those who tell the truth. Our generation is so coddled, preventing people from being hurt. Surrounding yourself with fake friends while your parents are too scared to say anything as well. Living in your own world is all fun and games, until someone comes along and is honest. Then it falls apart. Facts do not vanish when your emotions are on display.

You step outside every day with the possibility of being murdered. You eat breakfast, lunch and dinner with the possibility of you choking, drive your car with the possibility of you crashing. You take risk every day yet you're too scared to fall in love.

Stop expecting a prince charming out of your partner then get suspicious if he actually acts like he's everything you've dreamed of, nag, then wonder why you've become extremely lonely and sad.

Maybe you're not the most talented person or someone who will rule the world. But it's better to be proud of yourself than to look for approval of others who may not even recognize your potential.

Some people don't want a romantic relationship, they want someone to control. In order to feel in power.

I can cry no more tears, just express silent fears. Every relationship has it's boos, but you don't know what it is like to walk in my shoes. Feeling butterflies to baby flutters and extreme sadness when I'm the only one stepping up to be a Mother. Maybe it's amusing for you to see my cry but I won't let you watch the inside of me die. My hormones and emotions are on the run but if it is anything I know I have to protect my son.

From the moment we turn to say goodbye, I yearn to see you again.

I hate whoever gives you drugs, I hate whatever drives you to do them and what makes them so special. I miss the old you, the person who wasn't coming around high and smelly. I miss the adventures we used to have during the summer, spending the nights together, eating pizza in your car in front of the lake at 2 am when you'd wake me up and take me out of my apartment, spend the night at your house and wake up next to each other. Now I just lay around crying and worried you'll end up dead in a ditch somewhere or in a jail cell. The only thing I have left of you is your baby kicking and you may not be around to see him come out because you're too busy getting baked in your fantasy world not giving a **** about the important things. The worst part is that if I told you any of this you wouldn't care enough to hear it when you're too far gone to hear me plea.