Standing at this liquor store,
Whiskey coming through my pores,
Feeling like I run this whole block.
Lotto tickets and cheap beer That’s why you can catch me here,
Tryna scratch my way up to the top.
Because my job got me going nowhere,
so I ain’t got a thing to lose.
Take me to a place where I don’t care,
this is me and my liquor store blues.
I’ll take one shot for my pain, One drag for my sorrow.
Get messed up today, I’ll be ok tomorrow.
You’re such a beautiful person, inside & out. You have a great way of thinking, you’re not the most intelligent person I’ve come across but you brain works in a great way. You’re just so judgemental. I can’t really pin point what it is, I’m not sure that you think that you’re always right? You have morals? I don’t know what it is but I’m not too fond of it. We have never really been close. I know that you can be a good friend. In fact a really good friend when you want to. I just was never one of those friends, never really got that warm friendship feeling. Maybe I was stupid & thought that having a lot of friends was ‘cool’? Well I’m sorry I put you through that. In fact, I don’t think I should apologise.
Old buddy, I feel sorry for you. I know that you don’t like me. Maybe I’m just to straight forward & when people aren’t straight with me, it bothers me? You ‘know’ too much about me. None of which I think is true. You have your own perceptions of me. Perceptions which were once true but your dislike for me just added your personal thoughts & drew a huge monster. I don’t know, am I a threat to you? I don’t know what it is about me that you don’t like? It shouldn’t bother me but it does ‘coz you’re not shy to publicise it.
You hold onto old things. I’ve made mistakes. I have apologised. I will not justify it by saying that I’m human. I will not say that life doesn’t have a manual. I made those mistakes knowing exactly what I was doing. I learnt the hard way. We went our different paths. I changed & so did you. I don’t hold onto the past. It’s moulded me into the person I am today. A better person. I don’t beg for your acceptance. I don’t need your friendship. I think you’re a bitch. I can’t stand it. I guess I’m glad that the air is ‘cleared’.
Honestly I wish you well. Sucks that our social circle is so small. Life would be so much better if we were ponds apart & not connected in any way whatsoever. Oh well, I guess this thing between us is something I won’t forget :]
This tweet seemed to be getting on people’s nerves. Twitter seems to be the place where people’s opinions are wrong. Okay, yes if you’re wrong I guess someone could correct you. But this tweet didn’t say much. I don’t see why people could want to correct this. You could maybe ask why she tweeted this?
I ReTweeted this & some people got a bit angry, which is reasonable. I mean if I was Nigerian & I read that I’d be highly offended. Get angry or any reaction close to that. I’d probably retaliate & say something stupid & not think about asking. That’s the problem, people do & say everything before asking. I mean you don’t know why someone would post such, I don’t think that my friend’s intention was to offend anyone one. I’m not trying to justify my actions & make ReTweeting this sound right. I’m not saying I was wrong either. ‘Why?’ A simple question word that could make things better. Just ask, stop ASSUMING.
Honestly I don’t know her reasons behind posting this, I ReTweeted this & had my reasons. My reasons being that most of the time I open the newspaper & there’s a cash heist, drug deals, human, TEENAGE trafficking; Nigerians are involved about 80% of the time. No it’s not to say that ALL Nigerians do such. It’s not to say that it’s only Nigerians who are involved in such acts. Obviously South Africans are also involved. I’ve complained about South Africans so many times; not once did anyone say anything. But the minute o mention another country people say something? Someone please explain? Yes we shouldn’t believe everything we read. But my math & science tutor lives in Arcadia. It’s prostitute infested. My tutor told me that kids aged 17 are found, promised jobs (office, sales clerks. etc) & somehow the ‘people’ [newspapers say mainly Nigerians] fail to deliver but they manage to traffic the poor girls. It’s sad, it’s sick & disgusting. But who knows? She too, could be wrong. That was my reason behind ReTweeting this. Yes I doubt I would have said it exactly this way. I’m not xenophobic, I don’t fear nor hate Nigerians. And as for giving Africa a bad name, anyone smart will know that Africa isn’t made up of one country & one country doesn’t have such a huge impact as to be the reason why Africa is the way it is.
Stop assuming & start asking, that way there won’t be any misunderstandings :]
I know that I’m not fat. I just have this feeling that I am fat. It’s not an anorexic feeling [well I wouldn’t know how that felt]. I’m positive that I don’t have an eating disorder, I’m not i denial. I eat a lot. I just feel that I’ve let myself go, maybe because I know that i was smaller? And was happier and wasn’t so self conscious then. This is bugging me out. Haha my brother says that I’m Fat For A Thin Person.
Love me when the lights are low, when it’s cold outside and we’re stuck in the snow
Love me through the good and the bad
Kiss me when I’m depro and sad Trust me through the rumours and pain
Hold me when I’ve been in the rain And be patient with me when I’m being vain.
Love me, she said, love me I beg. I don’t want your money, no new shoes or car, no diamond necklace, and no expensive ring.