Anonymous asked: I wouldnt take your dollar
Yeah
She even called my momma like, “You need to get your man. Cause your son lying on me I ain’t trying to get a tan. And this the last time he’ll have me crying in my hands. So I’m headed to the club trying to find a man.” Bitch you headed to the club trying to find a man, what is you saying? Had hoes in passionate nightgowns. But you the only one I imagined in white gowns.
I only disappointed you because you don’t trust me. Now I don’t trust you.
— (via lebeautifulsoul)
I’m still upset but I didn’t mean it when I said I didn’t want the pancakes anymore. That was in a fit of anger. I want the pancakes lol
Anonymous asked: oh i understand wat ure sayin. lets make love now
Nah
Anonymous asked: ur family owns 2 homes. i swear 2 months ago u was talkin about movin to NY by yourself. didnt u jus recently spend time in a mansion someone rented? wasnt u in miami on vacation at the end of last year? correct me if i got some events wrong but sounds like ur life isnt alll dat bad wen u think about it
2 homes….my parents work hard. So what? Moving to New York…..for a job offer but my business took off so why would I leave here? My uncle rented a mansion for this coming Fourth of July….and? He works hard too. I’m going to the Bahamas and miami next month….and? I’m not saying that I have a horrible life, I have a great life and I’m blessed but no amount of vacations, homes, etc. takes away the fact that 90% of the things I do go unnoticed and those very things are what are hindering me from progressing. None of that stuff has anything to do with what I have going on. I’m not complaining about my life, I’m stating facts.
Anonymous asked: keep your head up kid
Thanks
Anonymous asked: You're an angel bri
Far from it but thank you
I don’t even want the pancakes anymore man. Lets neglect the fact that I’m the primary caretaker of my special needs brother. Who gives him his showers? Me. Helps him brush his teeth? Me. Dresses him? Me. Feeds him? Me. Gives him his medicines? Me. Helps him with his home therapy? Me. And on top of his care, who takes care of the animals? Makes sure the house is clean? Makes sure we eat good? Me. Who is the emotional scapegoat that listens to everyone’s shit every time they get mad? Me. Who takes their own money and contributes to half of the bill money so that everyone else can have excess? Me. But no, lets come home and complain about “always having to do everything” when you have to wash a fucking bowl. I carry the weight of this family on my back. They know this. If I stopped doing half of the shit that I do, this house and everyone in it would be in pieces. I’m so over the lack of appreciation.
