I’m not a charity. Don’t treat me as such. I’m an artist just like you. I’m a person just like you. I’m learning just like you.
So Natural Creativity and Talent… a lot of people get this fucked up. Just because you copied someone else’s work, does not mean you are talented… maybe just skilled at forgery, which makes you a “Fraud”. I’ll come back to this one day. I have plenty to say about this!
Back to what I was saying.
I just don’t think people understand proper communication. I doubt I have a problem with communication because I’m so calculated. I chose the right times to communicate since people get in their feelings so damn quick. I’m like “what the fuck us wrong with YOoUuu?” SMDH
Man… help me God -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
The perfect bra can change your life. When your boobs look right, your clothes look better and your confidence goes through the roof. I’m just saying some random true shit. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
Sometimes I wonder how a person with this much skill and creativity could be broke. LMAO.
I guess I never had the guts to show my work and be open to all the critiques. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
More deaths. Another sick. Job lost. Another deadbeat father. Bills due. Business expenses. I need to make money. Hate groups rising. Rent will be due again soon. Trump. This book needs to be finished. My brain is tired. Facebook posts of sadness, deaths, anger and cruelty… Food. A recipe with meat in it… I’ll pass.
Shit. My mind needs a break. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
It takes me a while, but when I get tired of the bullshit… everyone knows
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
If I don’t tell my story, no one will tell it. No one knows my story like I do and I’m sure I can help a lot of people with it, including myself. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter