Convo with a stranger

Convo with a stranger

I went to an event last night. Spoke to some people about my art and skin care. Had a couple embarrassing moments and always try to remember it’s all part of the process.

At the end of the night I started having a conversation with a stranger. It was a friend of another artist. We went from talking about music, to the “church life”. The life of staying in this Christian box with other Christian people so you can recruit people who are not Christian to live in this box 🔲 with you… 🙄

That sounds ridiculous. It’s not everyone, but it’s a lot of them (Christian folk). –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

Beginning Again

Beginning Again

I’ve always tried to keep my business to myself. When I struggle, no one knows. That’s kinda how I was raised. It’s been natural to me. What’s also been natural is getting sick because I kept, and still keep, so much in. Trying to protect people or whatever, but what about me.

I realized that no one cares about my feeling. I’m just suppose to cater to what everybody else has going on. Fuck my feelings right. Well I don’t appreciate that shit. There’s only so much a person can take before they either go off or leave your ass alone.

Soooooooo…. I’m writing again. I understand that some people won’t be able to associate with my ass no more, but I’m good by myself anyway. ✌🏽 –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

Manipulation

Manipulation

  • Don’t be manipulated, manipulation keeps you from your true destiny.
  • Manipulation keeps you intertwined in everyone else’s bullshit.
  • Manipulation drives you away from your purpose and pushes you into depression.
  • Manipulation stresses you the fuck out and breeds anger and rage.
  • Manipulation keeps you away from the people who want you to be successful and have your best interest at heart.
  • Manipulation keeps you from what matters most. YOU! #FuckManipulation. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
Enough already

Enough already

I had so much happen last year. Really good and really bad. Why is this year starting the fuckin same.

I really try to stay more on the positive side of things these days. I’m working out, I’m creating music and art, I’m trying to stay focused. I swear to God, when you are in a roll doing really good some real shits going to fall in your lap.

I lost another aunt yesterday. I lost an aunt and my grandfather last year. Had some domestic abuse issues with family members. I did my first mural last year though

Today I find out that I may have to go to court because of people not wanting to listen to my like I don’t know what the fuck I’m talkin about. Now I have to be part of the bullshit I tried to stay away from.

I love my mom, but she runs from shit and it ends up in my hands and pisses me off. I really pissed at this moment! FUCK!!!!!! -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

So uh….

So uh….

I’ve got folk on my case about going to church. My thoughts are exactly what they are and they’re not changing any time soon. I use to be that “churchy” girl. That lasted 5 seconds because I realized it wasn’t me.

I just live. I feel like too many people put too much emphasis on the wrong things… like church. I was raised in the church and I’m not interested. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

The Universe is talking

The Universe is talking

In the past month weeks I’ve heard of several deaths and illnesses from friends and family.   Yesterday 1 and today another. I feel like the universe is telling me something. It’s an overwhelming feeling. I need to write. I need to write NOW. This book needs to be released and “he” needs to read it. 

Found out he got married a couple days ago. After so many woman he’s been engaged to and left, he finally did it. I doubt that he’s a changed man, but maybe she can soften him up to read it or she can read it to him every night as a bedtime story.  -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

It’s getting scary

It’s getting scary

It’s really getting scary these days. I’m looking at a lot people around me experience their parents pass away. Their children are going to grow up without living grandparents. The ones who’s parents haven’t passed, they have illnesses. It’s so sad. 

I’ve felt that the only way I can talk to my father is after he reads my book. I feel really strongly about that. It’s just hard as hell to write it. When I write about my life, I relive EVERY detail. It takes me to a dark place. I feel like I have to stay away from everyone. I don’t want to bring anyone into my black hole. It’s damn near depression. 

BUT…      If something happened to him, and I didn’t finish this book for him to at least attempt to read it… no words…

I have to finish it. With no money and no encouragement. Just the one last hope of my father knowing how I really feel. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter