We Can't Hide From the Things We Do

I don’t know much about anything

I’m probably dumber than I think

But, what I know for sure—

what I know

more than most things I’ve processed inside my itty-bitty mind

is this:

we get what we give.

Yes,
remember this.

Because you will get your just deserts.

Big Baby

Sometimes I’m scared to do the things I know I need to do

Like make important medical appointments whenever I feel something’s wrong with my body

or organize my finances

and learn to drive

It takes a while for me to get things done

I panic and procrastinate

Without a push and hand to hold, I give up

I wish I had my Mommy to help me

even though I’m way too old to expect help with such things now

I guess this is how we’re meant to feel when we’re deprived of those motherly years
We never get to really grow up

If I were straight, I’d find a wife a to fill the void

Rest in peace though, Mommy

My Radio: What I'm Listening To

"Let the tunes melt the woes."

 

Primadonna – Marina and the Diamonds

Work – Iggy Azalea

We Remain – Christina Aguilera

Genesis – Grimes

Hunger - Rhye

Elastic Heart – Sia

Don’t Save Me – Haim

Hey Love – Quadron

Wildest Moments – Jessie Ware

[One of Those] Crazy Girls – Paramore

Life – Beckah Shae

Gone, Gone, Gone – Phillip Phillips

Safe and Sound – Capital Cities

What Was Lost

I wrote the most intense piece I’ve written in a long time. The Blogger website is a nightmare to use and as I was editing the piece, everything was lost. I’m so drained right now. I want to cry.  I don’t know why I continue to waste my time with this site.   

It’s a real pain in the neck to express myself sometimes, particularly if I'm expressing some personal shit.  It’s extremely draining.  It’s a great relief to see it all out in front of me, though. It's worth the pain.  But it’s a gunshot to the face to see it disappear.