LB.

I don’t appreciate your behavior.

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Toxic.

“Everyday, we allow people to dump garbage into our minds and into our lives.
Contrary to popular belief, you don’t just consume nutrients through food by way of mouth. You also consume through your eyes and through your ears.
You ever wonder why you’re feeling so negative or angry? That’s because your input determines your output.
The garbage you listen to on the radio, the trash you see on TV, the bullshit you hear from the people you hang out with… It rubs off on you.
Everybody talks about GMOs.. “Stay away from GMOs”. Well, stay away from human GMOs. The greedy, the miserable, the obnoxious. These people are toxic. They drain you, they complain, they remind you of your mistakes, they tear you down, they gossip, they aren’t there for you when you need them and some of these people are even in your family, but these aren’t necessarily evil people. They’re just trapped in the cycle themselves but that’s their problem, not yours.
You can’t fix them. You have to fix yourself and become an example for them.
So, politely, just give yourself some space from these people or else you’re gonna end up just like them. You keep hanging out with losers, you’re gonna wind up picking up the qualities of a loser. Hang out with people who encourage you, who empower you to become the best version of yourself. You deserve that.
You deserve to be happy, you deserve to be you.

So figure out what you want out of life because you’re the only one who’s gonna be with you for the rest of it.
Life is short.

A wise woman once said “fake friends, negative friends… Ain’t nobody got time fo’ dat.”

Sorry.

“It’s never going to work out.

I want it to. Honest to God I know that I’m not strong enough for this but I know that I can try to be.

But I don’t think you love me enough to want to try. I don’t know. I can’t put words in your mouth but that’s what I feel.

I’m sorry we had to meet.
I’m sorry I had to fall for you.
I’m sorry for being selfish.
I’m sorry for loving you. ”

Found this is my drafts…

Ultraviolet.

She prayed and prayed so hard, everyday, to find someone to call her own. She’s seen the others – how happy the can be – and she craves it. Just a fraction of it. It’s starting to look well, but all she’s left with is a handful of memories and a heart full of sorrow.
Attractive when broken, so it seems. Everyone wants a go at picking up the pieces and putting her together. When they realize that it’s no longer a puzzle for 7+ and up, but a piece which only puzzle lovers would attempt, they give up.
|| Sudden revelation.
She’s not the girl next door.
She’s not for any odd person.
She’s niche.
And only someone willing to stay long enough to fix her can complete her and will be worthy of all her love – as she will be, his. ||
She’s prayed and prayed so hard to be some sort of sticky board fly trap.
Be so attractive and they’ll stick to you.
(Shit analogy, I know. But wait, it’s coming.)
She kept working towards her goals and exceeded by miles but she didn’t know.
Suddenly, she was the most attractive thing you’d see.
Flies from all over were coming for her.
She was there, noticing and loving the attention.
Her smile beamed so bright, almost like the sun. She was so close to getting what she wanted.
She saw him – that special fly.
She wanted him – that special fly.
She knew she could give him all the love he needed – that special fly.
But as soon as he got close, she noticed him start to change.
Before she knew it, he was gone. For good.

She tried so hard to be something else. Something she was not meant to be.
She wanted the clouds – she always went big or went home – but aimed for the stars.
She became a much better version of a fly trap.
Not attractive & sticky.

Deadly.

7 Reasons Why I Want To Be More Like My Cat

Thought Catalog

I am the proud owner of a beautiful chubby cat named Tommy. He is an almost nine-year-old white and orange tabby weighing in at seventeen pounds with just as much character and spunk. Over the years of me loving him and him tolerating me, he has taught me many lessons that for him come so naturally. It makes me wish that I was the one born with whiskers, a tail, and an insatiable taste for raw salmon.

1. He makes it known if he doesn’t like something instead of staying around to tolerate it.

He hates baths, oranges, and my father. When he hears water running, he bolts. When he smells even the tiniest whiff of citrus, he’s gone. When Dad’s characteristic stomp-step echoes through the hall, he zips away. He doesn’t allow himself to be surrounded by what he considers negatives for any length of time at all. He…

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