SeveroDrgnfli
Ain't nobody tryin to get indicted.
I didn't leave work until an hour after I was scheduled. I did the work of three people today and helped every department close. It pisses me off when black people brown nose white management when it yields nothing positive for them. With a little unity we could easily open those positions for black people. Today somebody told me to save fifty dollars a month. I'm going to start doing that. I hired a financial planner that I don't use and it's time I start. I make too much money to not save any.
My sister is really doing a lot for me right now. She's making sure I can afford school and challenging me to be better. I love her with all my heart. I don't value myself to succeed for myself. I'm going to do it for her because she really loves and supports me. She's kind of like my mom, sister, and best friend.
People don't know how close we are. They talk shyt to me about her and talk shyt about me to her. It's funny because we run shyt behind the scenes. We've never snitched on one another and we have enough dirt on each other to ruin both of our careers. I don't trust anyone but her. I've never loved or trusted someone and had it work out like it as with the famalam.
She and I are pushing each other to reach or goals. We're both so close. But we come from nothing and we're doing it on our own. She told me about a governor's grant for JC. They'll pay for all my classes. I need a promotion at work to secure my financial future. This job is my school job and if it makes me an offer after I graduate I'll accept it.
I feel like an alien in Oakland. I'm either too ghetto, masculine, or suburban to fit in with any group. I get invited out more and I've started accepting the invitations. I can't help that the indie/alt rock and art nerd crowd likes me. Latin people luhhh me because I'm hella mexi. Black people find me to be weird or fake. I grew up playing soccer in a town called San Pablo with a half Latino brother who skates and listens to heavy metal.
I speak differently. I listen to different music. My interests aren't mainline AA interests, but I've always identified as AA, and I'm very proud to be AA.
all the cool black nerds at work have linked up with me. We all skate too. I'm trying to develop those relationships. If I get called a blipster one more time I'm going to scream.
It's like people telling me I speak well. It's not a compliment. My jeans are skinny because I'm skinny. I wear vans and pumas because I skate, play soccer, cycle, and cook.
The INTJ/Sagittarian/fire sign struggle is so real. I want to have roots but I've never had roots. Every fiber of my being longs to explore and create.
It bothers me people hate on me for brainstorming. I feel the vibe some times and I have to vocalize and see my idea manifest. My vision coupled with my work ethic usually makes it happen for me. But I'd like other people to stop asking for evidence and just believe in me like I believe in them. I'm working on my master plan now. I don't have the energy to try to prove to people what I know I've done. Even when I prove it they don't believe it. Lmao, well not all of us were raised to not believe in ourselves.
God bless my crazy ass mom. We've got beef, but she raised me to believe in myself and that's taken me to heights I never thought I'd reach. I'm fortunate to be alive at my age given my early childhood was sketchy to say the least. I see my mom's vision now. She knew I was already traumatized from being abandoned and abused as a child. I remember blacking out and waking up hours later, it's night time, I'm outside, and I'm locked in a large cage full of dogs. Anyway, my mom knew I needed discipline and I had to strengthen my will and resolve. I love her so much for giving me these tools. I can't forgive her for a couple things because they hurt my feelings and I need her to take it back or explain her position. I know she won't and she'll never approve of my lifestyle because I dropped out of college.
I wish my mom could hear all the compliments people give me about how I was raised. She did a great job. And I want her to not be disappointed in me so she feels like she's a good parent. She is one of the best parents I've ever encountered. Her degrees in nursing and child psychology weren't wasted.
I want my kids to know their GMA. I want my mom to see me succeed. But I know she's too old and what Im building is going to take more time than she has. She could die any day now. She's healthy, but she's lived past the average life expectancy of women in the US. I'm going to name my business after my mom. And my daughters will be named after the women who raised me. I have hella pictures of my beautiful mother to show them. I'm going to get my first tattoos soon. I'm not going to tell anyone, but they're all for my mom.
In life or death my mom is with me. She loves me so much. I just wish she'd say it. I finally told her I was in a serious relationship and we were expecting a child that didn't make it. It took me almost two years to tell her. I told her via email too. I also finally told her I've been diagnosed with high anxiety, lack of appetite, and depression. She said she's sorry. I told her it's not her fault.
I've been through a lot these past three years and I had no outlet. I don't like to burden people with my shyt. I know I'm annoying. And I'm weird. I don't need to be kicked when I'm down so I keep shyt to myself. One day I started crying uncontrollably for like 20 minutes. I couldn't stop crying. Nothing triggered it. And as hard as I tried I couldn't stop.
It kept happening out of the blue. I'd have moments of uncontrollable sorrow. I'd hide in my car and cry. Or I'd go in the freezer because the engines are so loud nobody can hear me.
I have to fight to feel good about myself everyday. I don't feel valuable. I know I am, but I've been discarded so many times in my life by people who told me they loved me. Love is unconditional and everlasting. My love is anyway. I've been focusing on being positive everyday and it's working so far. I feel good, genuinely good about myself. I hate to admit taking EVERYONE'S advice works for me. Lol which means I was wrong. That's a hard pill to swallow, but I did, and I'm a better man because of it. It's been humbling.
I swear I love everybody who's helped turn my attitude around. They didn't have to. God bless those people for giving me a fair shot and speaking honestly with me. I know people see my potential as a young man which is why they talk to me. I'm not going to disrespect them by being a POS.
I'm going to keep talking about my feelings. I'm going to keep following all the rules and I'm going to keep aiming to get things early. I'm scared to date girls I like and I need to stop because this girl is amazing. But she isn't bad at all. She average. I'm used to dating girls that start fights. Lol, they bad as fukk. I dated them to validate how I viewed myself. That's not healthy, but I've been doing it for so long idunno how to stop.
Pic of me today: I didn't wrap my hair the night before and my shyt was mad dry, lol, it wasn't cute at all. They call me a pretty boy at work. Idunno why, I'm not beautiful. Girls like me for the lifestyle or my energy. I've only had one girl tell me I have a body she drools over. She saw me in my soccer warms ups and my soccer kits. I do look great in clothes. My body is proportioned well, but my bone structure is trash.
My sister is really doing a lot for me right now. She's making sure I can afford school and challenging me to be better. I love her with all my heart. I don't value myself to succeed for myself. I'm going to do it for her because she really loves and supports me. She's kind of like my mom, sister, and best friend.
People don't know how close we are. They talk shyt to me about her and talk shyt about me to her. It's funny because we run shyt behind the scenes. We've never snitched on one another and we have enough dirt on each other to ruin both of our careers. I don't trust anyone but her. I've never loved or trusted someone and had it work out like it as with the famalam.
She and I are pushing each other to reach or goals. We're both so close. But we come from nothing and we're doing it on our own. She told me about a governor's grant for JC. They'll pay for all my classes. I need a promotion at work to secure my financial future. This job is my school job and if it makes me an offer after I graduate I'll accept it.
I feel like an alien in Oakland. I'm either too ghetto, masculine, or suburban to fit in with any group. I get invited out more and I've started accepting the invitations. I can't help that the indie/alt rock and art nerd crowd likes me. Latin people luhhh me because I'm hella mexi. Black people find me to be weird or fake. I grew up playing soccer in a town called San Pablo with a half Latino brother who skates and listens to heavy metal.
I speak differently. I listen to different music. My interests aren't mainline AA interests, but I've always identified as AA, and I'm very proud to be AA.
all the cool black nerds at work have linked up with me. We all skate too. I'm trying to develop those relationships. If I get called a blipster one more time I'm going to scream.
It's like people telling me I speak well. It's not a compliment. My jeans are skinny because I'm skinny. I wear vans and pumas because I skate, play soccer, cycle, and cook.
The INTJ/Sagittarian/fire sign struggle is so real. I want to have roots but I've never had roots. Every fiber of my being longs to explore and create.
It bothers me people hate on me for brainstorming. I feel the vibe some times and I have to vocalize and see my idea manifest. My vision coupled with my work ethic usually makes it happen for me. But I'd like other people to stop asking for evidence and just believe in me like I believe in them. I'm working on my master plan now. I don't have the energy to try to prove to people what I know I've done. Even when I prove it they don't believe it. Lmao, well not all of us were raised to not believe in ourselves.
God bless my crazy ass mom. We've got beef, but she raised me to believe in myself and that's taken me to heights I never thought I'd reach. I'm fortunate to be alive at my age given my early childhood was sketchy to say the least. I see my mom's vision now. She knew I was already traumatized from being abandoned and abused as a child. I remember blacking out and waking up hours later, it's night time, I'm outside, and I'm locked in a large cage full of dogs. Anyway, my mom knew I needed discipline and I had to strengthen my will and resolve. I love her so much for giving me these tools. I can't forgive her for a couple things because they hurt my feelings and I need her to take it back or explain her position. I know she won't and she'll never approve of my lifestyle because I dropped out of college.
I wish my mom could hear all the compliments people give me about how I was raised. She did a great job. And I want her to not be disappointed in me so she feels like she's a good parent. She is one of the best parents I've ever encountered. Her degrees in nursing and child psychology weren't wasted.
I want my kids to know their GMA. I want my mom to see me succeed. But I know she's too old and what Im building is going to take more time than she has. She could die any day now. She's healthy, but she's lived past the average life expectancy of women in the US. I'm going to name my business after my mom. And my daughters will be named after the women who raised me. I have hella pictures of my beautiful mother to show them. I'm going to get my first tattoos soon. I'm not going to tell anyone, but they're all for my mom.
In life or death my mom is with me. She loves me so much. I just wish she'd say it. I finally told her I was in a serious relationship and we were expecting a child that didn't make it. It took me almost two years to tell her. I told her via email too. I also finally told her I've been diagnosed with high anxiety, lack of appetite, and depression. She said she's sorry. I told her it's not her fault.
I've been through a lot these past three years and I had no outlet. I don't like to burden people with my shyt. I know I'm annoying. And I'm weird. I don't need to be kicked when I'm down so I keep shyt to myself. One day I started crying uncontrollably for like 20 minutes. I couldn't stop crying. Nothing triggered it. And as hard as I tried I couldn't stop.
It kept happening out of the blue. I'd have moments of uncontrollable sorrow. I'd hide in my car and cry. Or I'd go in the freezer because the engines are so loud nobody can hear me.
I have to fight to feel good about myself everyday. I don't feel valuable. I know I am, but I've been discarded so many times in my life by people who told me they loved me. Love is unconditional and everlasting. My love is anyway. I've been focusing on being positive everyday and it's working so far. I feel good, genuinely good about myself. I hate to admit taking EVERYONE'S advice works for me. Lol which means I was wrong. That's a hard pill to swallow, but I did, and I'm a better man because of it. It's been humbling.
I swear I love everybody who's helped turn my attitude around. They didn't have to. God bless those people for giving me a fair shot and speaking honestly with me. I know people see my potential as a young man which is why they talk to me. I'm not going to disrespect them by being a POS.
I'm going to keep talking about my feelings. I'm going to keep following all the rules and I'm going to keep aiming to get things early. I'm scared to date girls I like and I need to stop because this girl is amazing. But she isn't bad at all. She average. I'm used to dating girls that start fights. Lol, they bad as fukk. I dated them to validate how I viewed myself. That's not healthy, but I've been doing it for so long idunno how to stop.
Pic of me today: I didn't wrap my hair the night before and my shyt was mad dry, lol, it wasn't cute at all. They call me a pretty boy at work. Idunno why, I'm not beautiful. Girls like me for the lifestyle or my energy. I've only had one girl tell me I have a body she drools over. She saw me in my soccer warms ups and my soccer kits. I do look great in clothes. My body is proportioned well, but my bone structure is trash.