Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all. — Dale Carnegie
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Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all. — Dale Carnegie
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Happy Birthday Mommy! I love you so much
Patience
I am feeling suffocated
I am feeling like the walls are crumbling
I know I will make its
All I need is God’s grace
October
A lil hug would do today ... I need it so much
He Got Me
In my entire life, I have not met a man who loves Shakespeare
I have not met a man who loves poetry and Rock
But I finally have
And he is a mess
Not sure because my judgement is based on the shitty stuff he listens to
Through his mess, he saw mine when I still cannot
But he arose the curiosity to know what is wrong with me
Am I too messed up to even know I am, to admit it or even seek help
What is wrong with me ?
Growth
Just like trees
we all need to shed off the bad bark
and leaves
so as to sprout new ones that will sustain us in the next maturity stage
Love
I am in love.
It is toxic love.
It is fobidden love
But that kind of love I crave for
Worth
When you see me for what arouses you, it is disgusting. When I first meet you the you are interested because the size of my boobs is appealing. You want to keep in a little longer because I look like the girl who could be bent in all manner of positions in bed. Just because you think by being celibate, you my vagina would be the tightest you have fucked in the recent past. I ma disgusted to say the least. To me, I am just but an object to satisfy your lust. I seat opposite you and for the few minutes, I am so glad that I know my worth. I am so blessed because men like you are easy to read and I have the time to run away. I am glad because after you, there is a man who loved me because I complimented him , because to him too, Celibacy is okay and refreshing and man can live happily without sex until the right time
Stuck in The Past
Do not tell me to move on. I don't want to. I still wanna listen to the songs we used to listen to together and think of you. I want to smell your cologne and think how you did smell against me. I want to shake some hand and remember your grip on my body. I still wanna think about you because you eill always be special
Longing
I yearn for that day I will have a true connection with someone. The day I will not fight to stop falling in love with someone. The day I will stop pretending and just be vulnerable to someone because I will have totally fallen in love with them. I am a simple countryside girl, who prays for real love
Permission
I think that there is a time in your life when your conscience just opens up to reality. That time when you can no longer hide behind the lot of work and pain. When you can no longer lie that you are too busy taking care of others that you have no time for yourself, that time will come, sooner or later. Mine came, at first I did not know how to do me, then I started feeling so good and went deeper, then this year , it opened me to a lot of realities. I still do not know if I can handle more of the realities but I dove in, and am going to swim all the way. It is very scary and I think I have been reduced to a punching bag by life. I wake up with a sprint and in just a second, another one hits me so hard that at times I am so scared that I will never be able to stand again, there are days I actually thought I was running out of breath and might not be able to survive a few more hours.
I have maintained my long term goals; because that is the only way I can keep sane. That sense of a bigger picture that outweighs the little current moments. There will be days you will see things crumble before your eyes, a very hopeless moment. Many at times this year, I had no strength to pray. I would just whisper, “Jesus, I need you, take the wheel” and tuck in bed. No tears by the way, just a defeated soul. I would be so weary to sleep, so hurt to talk to some people, so misused to even feel bad. I want an escape but I have no strength to run anymore. I will just stick around and allow myself experience this.
I always made lemonade out the lemons, but I discovered that lemons are actually some of my favorite fruits. I eat them more often than any other fruit. I even nibble on the rind. It is not new. Through that, it finally dawned on me that maybe some of us even do not know how to make lemonade, so why just not eat the fruit, and if so many, just sell and make lots of profit.
Letting live a little more comes with ups too. There are limits you push yourself to that you will always be amazed of how you made it. You will be so shocked of the potential you sat on for a very long time. That is the part that keeps me going. 36 hours straight of work, school, travel, family and threw in 3 hours of a very important date/meeting. That was one of those moments that when I hit the bed, I just wanna curl up and sleep in the joy of the little achievements. Days that I have done what I know I should have done few years back. Reality of walking away calmly without struggle and pain. Every time I do this, I am so proud of myself. Every time, it isn’t easy and every time it costs a little extra. There is no traffic on the extra mile, but it isn’t as easy to navigate as the normal. I don’t know if we all get the eureka moments at some age but I think mine came at 27. I kind of got this permission from myself to live a little. To be free, to push, to make more decisions, to allow myself be human. I no longer fear trying what I think may come with disappointments. I don’t hold back what I think should be said or done. I don’t hold back a little emotion. I am opening up to more learning including music. I am accepting that there are things in life that I have to give up, embrace or adopt. I am pushing out of the comfort zone slowly but surely. I am giving myself permission to say No and Yes where applicable. I am not beating myself down when I don’t get what I want, the same way I am taking failures and lessons and springboards for better tomorrow.
This is a new chapter that somehow I am grateful that I am not walking alone. I am walking with hope, faith, self-confidence, strength, ambition, emotions, resilience and above all God. It is a journey that I try accept and embrace the fact that I will lean and rely on people. I will allow myself tt may be hard for a few of those close to me but I hope this will still keep them close. I just wanna be a girl, and live a little. #Growth #Odds #Life
Broken & Loving It (III)
Today I sit at this corner couch, I feel like since my heart left, my soul had wanted to follow suit. The emotions are a bit subtle in their ways, sometimes coming back at the least expected time and at times, leaving when I direly need them. They are the boss. I wish my body was too. It is no longer painful. I have tried circumcising myself a bit. Maybe will go a bit more next time when the little I attempted heals, that is if I will still have the strength to. Today I have been here for almost four hours. I did try to write earlier but I kept on closing my eyes because I had this dream that someone had cut off my hair and I had gone to the woods to hunt the person. I kept on closing the eyes if I would find them, but I did not. I am disappointed I did not finish that.
I have gone for one and half a day without sex, and my I can’t stand it. Even the care taker of the apartments I live in is away. No one of the men (I lost count) is available and its driving me crazy. I have so little money to pay and escort. I think I know everyone on Craigslist and Tinder. Tagged did not work for me. The sex party is three days away and I cannot wait for that. Some of the regulars are becoming elusive. I cannot blame them, I am a mess.
I do not work, I quit. But I get money from a few who are willing to pay in cash. Some prefer weed while those considerate enough bring me hot food. There is even one who brought me a swim suit and perfume. I sent him away. I am not that girl. My neighbor and his wife bring me clothes, just maybe to cover the after morning effects of the previous night “torture”. They are quite nice but the husband is a little reserved save for the BDSM monster in his wife.
I have this new tattoo across my back that reads, Broken & Loving It. It gives me a sense of direction. It reminds me that I am far too deep to back out. It makes me appreciate the little moments I laugh, or force myself to laugh. It makes me appreciate the physical pain though I have grown immune on me. I stopped feeling or caring. Words have nothing on me. Rape is too minor. Scars are just like a tattoo. Alcohol is water and water is life. Weed no longer has the effect; meth almost killed me so I stopped. I am not a weak one to take my own life. I don’t have new underwear because it barely has time to stay on my body. I do oil my body though, religiously. I should be supple enough to be touched.
Ohh, I forgot to tell you that a few minutes ago, someone came through and should be here in an hour. He is coming with a friend. He is a good one because he sent some money already, that I instantly sent to my liquor delivery guy. I have not had a good whiskey in a while. I will celebrate today. I have to go, at least clean up and oil my skin. Today will be a very good day!
Broken & Loving It (II)
Fuck this life! Not in an extreme sense that you may think. I won’t go into details why but it has fucked me, really hard. Then one day I stopped sleeping, the following day I could not and a week later, I had only managed five hours of sleep cumulatively, on a diet of pain killers, pop corns and alcohol. It was great. I went for days just seeing things, those that I thought I would never see. I saw three legged animals, I saw one eyed man, those things that make me so happy. I wanted those memories, they were different. I was getting things that would not hurt anymore. Not a woman who would over and over again emotionally and physically defile me. Not a man who would for several years make me feel suicide would be a better option. But the world said that suicide was the faint hearted, but I was way too strong to be a weak one. I actually started looking forward to the moments. Those that not one, or two but several women and men made me cry. Those days that she woke me up to reinforce how useless I was. Those days she looked at me like a slut who was not worth of her audience. Those days she reminded me that I was at her mercy, the days she hit me so hard that she actually administered painkillers to enable me sleep. At least she cared. I was worth her attention.
For the days she was on the extreme, I went out. I walked and walked. In the dark on the night, the watchmen, the bodaboda riders, the touts and even once a street child found me. Too weak to argue. In need of assurance and someone or something to hold onto. They were gentle enough to want me get home safely, arrogant enough not to want to listen to my story in entirety and fearless enough to satisfy their bodies with mine. I loved it. No kidding, I never fought back. The stench, the pull, the roughness and their eagerness to satisfy themselves was exhilarating. For those few minutes in those nights, I stopped the world, went numb and actually felt good. There are days I feared I would have results in form a baby or STI, but guess what, I am still waiting for that. I wish they would have been rough enough to end the series, at least, I would be eulogized positively, not a weakling who took her own life. I would have earned pity, men and women alike would have gathered at my graveside and weep, some as a relief and others would be genuinely hurt. I would be at rest at least, maybe.
Broken & Loving It
No sugar coating here too. I have for a long time worn fake emotions on my sleeve but today, I feel like I want that coat off. I want me naked, literally and figuratively. I want to stop worrying about the image in the mirror or the blemish filled human I see myself through the eyes of those who see this naked physique. I want to stop worrying too much about the people seeing my true identity. I am so broken to want to open my eyes in the morning. Sometimes, I wish to close them for a little longer, just to think that those who closed them forever are at rest. I sometimes wish that I could leave everything behind, go very far away and start afresh. I want to lose every memory I have. I want to be happily naked again. I want to be human again, to be happy and feel the pain and care. I want to see people as human but not just elements of connections. I am so lost, but I don’t need help. I thrive in this pain. How can I be normal? How can I leave without the nightmares, the cuts on my thighs, the migraines and the insomnia? I am not sure I would survive. Welcome to my world, let me give you a little tour