May 14, 2011

I HATE LIVING HERE (Macon)! I think that I’m not tough enough for myself. People think they can walk over me and I don’t have feelings. They use me, they walk over me, and they also get mad whenever I think that I should do something for myself or if I get an attitude for not being rewarded for the things I do for them. I simply think that, if I get famous people will only treat me better, because of what I have. This is beginning to piss me off. Why can’t I have a regular life with a family that appreciates the things I do. I just feel like crying at some points, because I don’t think I’ll ever get away from it or maybe be a pushover. I think I should move with Meme, the only person who appreciates and thank me for what I’ve done in the past, present, and what I will do in the future. Please let things be better tomorrow.

May 7, 2011

8:05am         On my way to dad’s house, thought to myself, “Will I be famous”. I actually think this every day, but I never try to make a move and actually try to get noticed. So today I’m going to work my heart out and try to get noticed by any means. Now of course I don’t mean that by getting arrested, but when I say that I mean that by, of course, positively. So by signing off, I’m going to think positive, great, and vivacious. 

May 6, 2011

Today… I officially broke loose. Although I love getting my order taken, I hate taking orders. It’s just that family isn’t what they may seem. You love them, but then again they’re there to break you down or maybe even, I don’t know, USE YOU! I personally am the type of person to give a low-blow (mouth shouting argument or joke) and afterwards feel sorry for that person, depending on how they upset me. The point of all of this is really… there’s simply nobody to trust, but God. So as I finish this, I ask myself, “am I a pusher or a soothsayer”. I say both.