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Thanksgiving Day

Thanksgiving Day, we are almost all together. My daughter Maijah, is over Rob's house. He is keeping and eye on her for me for now. She chose to not come with us going over my mom's house. There is always some sort of twisted history in dealing with my family. Our Thanksgiving day was normal for the most. However; I missed my daughter Maijah, I needed her to be here with us. She won't with us and I missed her.

Nostalgia

It's been min since I've seen you but when I see that face that takes me back to when our days were filled with everything that we wanted. We had a connection that nobody could break and when I felt your embrace got me in the best way. That smile, that laugh is always something. Always kept my mood up no matter what I was going thru. I always remember not wanting to answer my phone when I was mad b'cause you always made me smile or laugh. The connection between us keeps us close. Our connection can't be explained or understood by anyone but us. We are who we are, kindred spirits us two.

Bruised but not broken

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I have for too long been overly sensitive abt my feelings. People have often too made me feel uncomfortable. I know what some of my issues are. I often am lazy, I often get offended by the words that people say to me. I honestly hide behind the fact that I have Multiple Sclerosis. Apparently that is what happens when you have Mutiple Sclerosis. However I always feel that I can do everything. I never take into account that I can't do everything. My having Multiple Sclerosis let's me know when my body is tired. When I fall or trip that let's me know that I need to slow down. I feel that I can take on the world, without rest. I have struggled with my diagnosis since way before I was diagnosed. I felt lazy, I was so unorganized, I couldn't remember anything. I never expected pity party however; I expected for people to at least be sensitive to my diagnosis. But no they haven't been. I allowed that to upset me, I allowed that to almost break me. However no matter what my...

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How you feel about me isn't any of my concern

                                                                                                                                                "Lions are not concerned with the opinion of sheep. " and other peoples opinions of me isn't any of my concern. I can't care about how other people feel about me. I am not supposed to know how they feel. That isn't for me to find out or for me to know.

Dreaming while my eyes are open, I am fully awake

I have learned to do what I am comfortable with. Do what makes me happy and not focus on everybody else and their dreams. Ain't nobody gone live their life for you so why focus on somebody else's happiness. You have a dream? Well do what you wanna do. I can certainly guaranteed that everybody won't be happy. Somebody will complain about something. Focus on yourself and you'll be happier, I can promise that.

Loving living life

So here I am again. Trying to figure out how to get everybody to like me. But why do that? You were not put on this earth for everybody to like you and if they don't "Oh well." You weren't designed to have the whole world like you. There isn't a single person out here that has the admiration of all. It's hard but I'm learnin how to just be okay with having a few enemies. I was upset but for what? Who are they? And why are they so important? Smh they not. End of fuckin story!! Everybody didn't like God, even Jesus had people that critiqued him. So I'm not worried. Not a fuckin kid so opinion is mute and void. I will continue to write and post what I want. Be mad but keep it movin!!