I am going to sleep so good tonight
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Damn man.....I'm feeling lonely and sad today. I miss my kids so much. I haven't seen them in almost three years. I miss playing soccer. I miss having my own business. I miss being appreciated.
When I was a nanny everybody appreciated everything I did. Everyone who worked for and with me felt appreciated. I was big on making sure knew I valued them.
All I ever is negative things about me everybody. I'm a damn good person who's accomplished a lot with nothing. I don't walk around throwing it everyone's face like I used to but I may start again.
I miss being recruited by teams and clients. They always made sure I felt appreciated. This coach took me out to dinner for like a month straight. Not only did he put me on his team but he made me director of operations for his entire club.
I was like 22 maybe. I already had a large successful business and I was playing with some of the best players in the country. That team went undefeated and the players now play pro or on the national team.
Three years is a long time. I did it to myself, but maybe I made the wrong decision. What I miss the most is knowing people care about me.
I'd be have terrible days. Somebody would always talk to me. Now people avoid me or try to get me fired or spread terrible rumors about me.
I'll be okay because this is my life. But man, it gets tougher everyday. And I get tougher everyday.
I know if I died right now nobody would care. Seriously. Nobody would look for me. I don't have family. I don't have friends. My dog died. shyt broke my heart.
My job wouldn't even notice I didn't show up. That's why I stopped carrying ID. If I die in these streets I just want to be another John Doe.
I don't understand why my parents had me and didn't want me. I don't understand why people adopted and didn't want me. I didn't ask to be born. Nor did I ask to be passed around while everyone collects checks and leaves me high and dry.
If hell is real and I hope it is I know some people who will have first class flights there. You don't treat kids the way I was treated and tell them to get over it.
I'm really good with the kids because I think back to how I felt when I was a kid and do what I'd want. It's not rocket science. You just gotta care. But that's asking for too much.
:scustlyin:I'm feeling lonely and sad today. I miss my kids so much. I haven't seen them in almost three years. I miss playing soccer. I miss having my own business. I miss being appreciated.
When I was a nanny everybody appreciated everything I did. Everyone who worked for and with me felt appreciated. I was big on making sure knew I valued them.
All I ever is negative things about me everybody. I'm a damn good person who's accomplished a lot with nothing. I don't walk around throwing it everyone's face like I used to but I may start again.
I miss being recruited by teams and clients. They always made sure I felt appreciated. This coach took me out to dinner for like a month straight. Not only did he put me on his team but he made me director of operations for his entire club.
I was like 22 maybe. I already had a large successful business and I was playing with some of the best players in the country. That team went undefeated and the players now play pro or on the national team.
Three years is a long time. I did it to myself, but maybe I made the wrong decision. What I miss the most is knowing people care about me.
I'd be have terrible days. Somebody would always talk to me. Now people avoid me or try to get me fired or spread terrible rumors about me.
I'll be okay because this is my life. But man, it gets tougher everyday. And I get tougher everyday.
I know if I died right now nobody would care. Seriously. Nobody would look for me. I don't have family. I don't have friends. My dog died. shyt broke my heart.
My job wouldn't even notice I didn't show up. That's why I stopped carrying ID. If I die in these streets I just want to be another John Doe.
I don't understand why my parents had me and didn't want me. I don't understand why people adopted and didn't want me. I didn't ask to be born. Nor did I ask to be passed around while everyone collects checks and leaves me high and dry.
If hell is real and I hope it is I know some people who will have first class flights there. You don't treat kids the way I was treated and tell them to get over it.
I'm really good with the kids because I think back to how I felt when I was a kid and do what I'd want. It's not rocket science. You just gotta care. But that's asking for too much.
I'm feeling lonely and sad today. I miss my kids so much. I haven't seen them in almost three years. I miss playing soccer. I miss having my own business. I miss being appreciated.
When I was a nanny everybody appreciated everything I did. Everyone who worked for and with me felt appreciated. I was big on making sure knew I valued them.
All I ever is negative things about me everybody. I'm a damn good person who's accomplished a lot with nothing. I don't walk around throwing it everyone's face like I used to but I may start again.
I miss being recruited by teams and clients. They always made sure I felt appreciated. This coach took me out to dinner for like a month straight. Not only did he put me on his team but he made me director of operations for his entire club.
I was like 22 maybe. I already had a large successful business and I was playing with some of the best players in the country. That team went undefeated and the players now play pro or on the national team.
Three years is a long time. I did it to myself, but maybe I made the wrong decision. What I miss the most is knowing people care about me.
I'd be have terrible days. Somebody would always talk to me. Now people avoid me or try to get me fired or spread terrible rumors about me.
I'll be okay because this is my life. But man, it gets tougher everyday. And I get tougher everyday.
I know if I died right now nobody would care. Seriously. Nobody would look for me. I don't have family. I don't have friends. My dog died. shyt broke my heart.
My job wouldn't even notice I didn't show up. That's why I stopped carrying ID. If I die in these streets I just want to be another John Doe.
I don't understand why my parents had me and didn't want me. I don't understand why people adopted and didn't want me. I didn't ask to be born. Nor did I ask to be passed around while everyone collects checks and leaves me high and dry.
If hell is real and I hope it is I know some people who will have first class flights there. You don't treat kids the way I was treated and tell them to get over it.
I'm really good with the kids because I think back to how I felt when I was a kid and do what I'd want. It's not rocket science. You just gotta care. But that's asking for too much.
She was killed at Mardi Gras because some idiots found out she was trans while hitting on her.Jayne what's the story on thid