This is the part where I got weak. I fell in too deep.
I gotta bounce back, shake it off, get right on track. I'll let it go. I gotta keep it in the past.
I have to say, I've never been the type of person to parade my problems like I'm some sort of Mother Theresa so quite honestly, that kind of thing really baffles me. Yeah sure, I've had my fair share of "Poor Me" live journal entries but for the most part, I keep everything in house. My business is by business and that's just the way I was raised. I suppose that when you've been put on an over indulged pedestal for the majority of your life, it has an effect on the projection of your day's efforts. I guess if you really care what people think, you feel the need to drive their attention to what it is that made you that way. I, on the other hand, don't have an eloborate excuse for the way I am. I'm me. I drink too much coffee, I wheeze on a normal basis, and I spend my days taking care of babies. I'm a singer, a jogger, and a fighter. I'm cranky, full of sarcasm, and would give you shirt off my back if it meant your safety. I'll forgive you but only to a point. It has nothing to do with the fact that I was in a shitty place awhile back or that my boyfriend called me fat but that's just me. I'm tired of letting people have an impact on my life. I want to be an individual with my own ideals.
Just over twelve hours and I'll be on my way to one of my favorite cities in the state: Tallahassee. I'm so excited! It's going to be one big Italian fest of pictures, football, and po' boys. Can't wait.
me: (to Christina) It's not his fault he looks like a Mexican.
Christina: *laughs*
Anthony: Keep it up. I'm pretty sure the lady came up to YOU and started speaking Spanish.
me: *laughs*
I have to say, I've never been the type of person to parade my problems like I'm some sort of Mother Theresa so quite honestly, that kind of thing really baffles me. Yeah sure, I've had my fair share of "Poor Me" live journal entries but for the most part, I keep everything in house. My business is by business and that's just the way I was raised. I suppose that when you've been put on an over indulged pedestal for the majority of your life, it has an effect on the projection of your day's efforts. I guess if you really care what people think, you feel the need to drive their attention to what it is that made you that way. I, on the other hand, don't have an eloborate excuse for the way I am. I'm me. I drink too much coffee, I wheeze on a normal basis, and I spend my days taking care of babies. I'm a singer, a jogger, and a fighter. I'm cranky, full of sarcasm, and would give you shirt off my back if it meant your safety. I'll forgive you but only to a point. It has nothing to do with the fact that I was in a shitty place awhile back or that my boyfriend called me fat but that's just me. I'm tired of letting people have an impact on my life. I want to be an individual with my own ideals.
Just over twelve hours and I'll be on my way to one of my favorite cities in the state: Tallahassee. I'm so excited! It's going to be one big Italian fest of pictures, football, and po' boys. Can't wait.
me: (to Christina) It's not his fault he looks like a Mexican.
Christina: *laughs*
Anthony: Keep it up. I'm pretty sure the lady came up to YOU and started speaking Spanish.
me: *laughs*