August 2011
July 2011
The way you treat your children now will be a reflection of the way they’ll treat you in the future.
No, it's not your children you don't trust. It's your parenting.
“Hip means to know
It’s a form of intelligence
To be hip is to be up-date and relevant
Hop is a form of movement
You can’t just observe a hop
You got to hop up and do it
Hip and Hop is more than music
Hip is the knowledge
Hop is the movement
Hip and Hop is intelligent movement…”
Suppression from Oppression.
I hate feeling like this.
I hate what people tell me to do or not to do.
I hate misleading directions to a “good” path.
I hate horrible “advice,” vague words of “wisdom.”
I hate these doctors. I really do.
I hate these so called “professionals” who try to help me.
I hate how I’m being helped for the wrong reasons to begin with.
I hate how no one listens to me when I say I’ve always been fine.
I hate when your true support system looks at you as if they’re doing the right thing, when in reality, they’re wrong.
I hate the discouragement, the insults, the negativity. I’m burnt left & right.
I hate all my current fears, these flashbacks.
I hate being alone.
I hate being misunderstood.
I hate going insane.
I hate all these words… These words of mass destruction.
I hate how no one nor I can suck the living poison out of me.
I hate how there’s an exception rather than an acceptance.
I hate being tiresome. Being drained… Left weak.
I hate the constant piles of suffer after suffer after suffer.
I hate the guilt, the pain, the anger, the sadness.
I hate these constant tears, because I’m constantly torn apart.
I hate the emotional strains, the physical limitations.
I… I hate…
I hate to say this, but I’d hate to be me.
I’m at my lowest point right now & I think I need help…
