The ‘no’ memories …

Ever think of a memory… and while your thinking of it…. Your thinking, or saying out loud …, “ no, no, noopee…” ?

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It can’t only be me.

Are those the bad memories?? The ones our brains want us to forget altogether. The ones we do usually end up forgetting altogether .

It’s like, even though it’s running through my head, maybe even … call it a flashback…. I do not want to think about it now or ever again.

I never really thought of it that way.

But thank you brain, for healing my heart ❣️

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    A thought for the day that I’m struggling with, that I’ve never looked at afar, from FmomB.. xO.

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    Back up off me

    I think she is going to kill me. Her or him.. I do not know anymore. I don’t even know the difference between the 2 of them anymore unless we are face to face, which does not ever happen anymore. They are keyboard warriors.

    I do not even F@#$ with them. They have to stay f@#$ing with me though. Always. Randomly. They pop up.

    I hear footsteps, crunching in the solid, hardened, snow. Do they not realize that I can hear? The only other sounds to be heard was my wind chimes. Lots, and lots of beautiful, whimsical, wind chimes.

    A neighbor comes out for her bedtime smoke. The door creaks, she coughs, the footsteps go silent, but still, there is something, someone, wrestling in and with the bushes.

    The neighbor to the left pulls up into their driveway, loudest car ever. Headlights shining directly into the restless bushes.

    Someone is over there. Someone is listening, well, watching. Waiting.

    I stay put for as long as my soft, sensitive skin will allow in this type of weather. I am right here.

    Two of the cameras have picked up slight movement, with some noises, voices, what are they saying? What do they want from me?

    I get a notification, a facebook messenger kind. It’s them. His facebook, but I cannot determine which one of them it is hiding behind their phones, their texts, talk to texts that make no sense at all, their her illiterate writing skills. I think its her. It has to be her. She is very insecure.

    That is why the messages I’m receiving are vicious , mean, down right hateful and nasty. It’s her.

    She is watching closely…. yet says I am the one looking for their chaos. No, no… I am not seeking your bullshit, however – I am aware.

    I am very aware. I am sure to know, whatever I need to know. I will not act. I will wait.

    Waiting is what I’ve been doing. Watching, waiting. A year of wasted energy and time… actually, 2 years now? Wow. What a waste.

    I wish they would do well. I wish they would get right. I wish they would leave me alone. I’d do anything to get that poor man away from that demon of a woman. She is crack. Her life is that exactly.

    His never was. Shes got to go.

    Not my business anymore, just sad. Regardless, leave me alone. I am an adult. A grown women who wakes up every single morning to raise a family. Something she is not familiar with. I think to her, responsibility, life, etc… is just a figment of imagination. She does not believe people can be normal.

    That’s fine. Live and Let Live, RIGHT?

    I may be a mother, an adult, a women, but I will do whatever it takes to protect myself and my family.

    Rating: 1 out of 5.
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    To Give up

    I am a fighter. I’ve found that fighting is what I do the most. What I do the best. It’s not that I want to be a fighter. I don’t like to have to fight for everything. I don’t even realize it when I’m doing it. It’s just what it is.

    If someone takes from me, I want it back. I will get it back. I will do every possible thing in my power, to get said thing back.

    I’m sure of that. I don’t give up ever. If I do happen to fall short though, it is not for very long. So I just say instead that I do not ever give up. I will never give up.

    Dramatic as it may sound. It is cold hard truth, bruh.

    I’ve been fighting this way for 12 solid years now. But it feels like forever.

    I fight for what I want. I make it a point to get it.

    Whats the whole point of everything anyways?

    Does it really mean that much if you can just take it? Is it even important to you? Does it really vibe with you, call to you?

    Yeah, Fight or Flight is human nature, its instinct – for every friggin situation. Right?

    Fight, Flight, or Bite your tongue? That’s basically flight?

    I know all that has been said, but maybe sometimes I give way too little credit.But,- Well, what are the options? What does giving up consist of anyway?

    I guess it must be different for everyone though, obviously.

    I mean, giving up for me could also be a lot of things. Just, when I’m having a crappy day, I think of that, like.. “ugh I give up”, “I’m loosing it”, “I’m all done.” Like, what do I even mean by those things?

    I’m not friggin done with life. I just give up hah. I can’t go use drugs. Not that I want to but I mean, that’d be a form of giving up for me.

    Can I run away though??

    No.. haha although, I wish. *silly faces*

    I’m playing! Gotta lighten up my mood some way or another. Whats up with you tonight? How was your day? Anyone have a different theory/ opinion? I’d love to hear it :]

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    I am a fighter. I’ve found that fighting is what I do the most. What I do the best. It’s not that I want to be a fighter. I don’t like to have to fight for everything. I don’t even realize it when I’m doing it. It’s just what it is.

    If someone takes from me, I want it back. I will get it back. I will do every possible thing in my power, to get said thing back.

    I’m sure of that. I don’t give up ever. If I do happen to fall short though, it is not for very long. So I just say instead that I do not ever give up. I will never give up.

    Dramatic as it may sound. It is cold hard truth, bruh.

    I’ve been fighting this way for 12 solid years now. But it feels like forever.

    I fight for what I want. I make it a point to get it.

    Whats the whole point of everything anyways?

    Does it really mean that much if you can just take it? Is it even important to you? Does it really vibe with you, call to you?

    Yeah, Fight or Flight is human nature, its instinct – for every friggin situation. Right?

    Fight, Flight, or Bite your tongue? That’s basically flight?

    I know all that has been said, but maybe sometimes I give way too little credit.But,- Well, what are the options? What does giving up consist of anyway?

    I guess it must be different for everyone though, obviously.

    I mean, giving up for me could also be a lot of things. Just, when I’m having a crappy day, I think of that, like.. “ugh I give up”, “I’m loosing it”, “I’m all done.” Like, what do I even mean by those things?

    I’m not friggin done with life. I just give up hah. I can’t go use drugs. Not that I want to but I mean, that’d be a form of giving up for me.

    Can I run away though??

    No.. haha although, I wish. *silly faces*

    I’m playing! Gotta lighten up my mood some way or another. Whats up with you tonight? How was your day? Anyone have a different theory/ opinion? I’d love to hear it :]Name(required)Email(required)Please rate our website(required)

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