I live on the other side of the universe. The part not yet discovered –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I want to have a conversation with my dad… after he reads the book… after I write the book and send it to him.
I hope he can talk and not start hollering and cussing so I don’t have to start hollering and cussing –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
People don’t get it. You don’t get it. I am not you. I will never be you. I don’t want to be you. I wasn’t created to be who you want me to be. I’m not suppose to please you. I’m not here to make you happy. I’m not here to caress your ego. I don’t care about your feelings. Fuck your feelings. You’re not that important to me, that I have to explain every got damn thing I do. I don’t even know you. My life is mine and mine alone. What you like, love, care about, has nothing to do with me. Why do you think you can pick apart my actions for your pleasure and think I should fuckin listen. You can’t even attempt to walk in my shoes… I know you be thinking this shit too -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
Are The children created as a result of love different than children created as a result of necessity or lust? Because I’m not a product of love. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
Sometimes I feel invisible. So invisible that even when I reach out to people, they don’t reach back. They can’t see me.
Then I go deeper into hiding. –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
Everyone around me wants to compete with me. I don’t know why. I could care less what everyone else has going on. I have to get my damn self together. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
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