After reading a poem off of a post from Gentlewoman it hit me how much truth there is to ones self. And no matter how much we say we've acknowledged it we have yet to acknowledge it all. This is an excerpt from the poem V.O.L.E:

The weaker,
subliminally tortured into insecurity,
acting jealously...out of instability.
He didn't answer his phone,
is really just alone?
I've concocted a thousand senarios
of what he's doing at his home.

I said to myself, confused as fuck ... "G, thats you. Thats you in every essence of the words." And it's funny how i can be the stankest, most outspoken, dont-give-a-fuck bitch in the world and still be the most emotional bitch ever.
My middle name is Depression.
At a young age i put myself in fucked up situations cause my family was too over protective to allow me to learn them for myself. But now as an adult, a young woman ... i can't seem to find a way to stray away from these fucked up situations. I've always been told to keep positive thoughts and positive results will come, but then your told to always think about worst case scenarios so if and when they occur you'll be prepared.... now what kind of backwards, twisted shit is that?! ... i find myself basically thinking positive then thinking negative ... and usually negative happens. Maybe not at the time when i thought it out but it happens.

Anyway.... just thought i get some thoughts off my mind.