I feel stupid sometimes. Work hard, work hard, want to give up, bout give up, slow down, speed up. I’ve never given up, but sometimes I feel stupid trying to make up ways for exposure. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
What I do, I’m doing for me. Even though you may say “the lord told me to tell you”. I don’t care about that. My road my be lonely, but I feel good being me. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I have to admit it’s damn near depressing seeing all this Happy Father’s Day stuff going on… I haven’t talked to my dad since my aunt died last year.
Care to know why? -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
All of a sudden I start feeling weird and I don’t know why. I’m overwhelmed with thoughts of my friends parents who are no longer living, or who are very sick.
I have both of my parents, but I only talk to one. My father ruins my life when he’s in it. So I can’t let him in.
I started reliving one instance. My mom was pregnant with my little brother and my I remember him fighting her.
Why am I seeing this again
I was nine. My other brother was 5.
I didn’t know what to do…. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
When I tell people how I feel, I get “stop feeling sorry for yourself”
If I’m saying that something is bothering me and I’m sad about it, I’m not fucking feeling sorry for myself. No matter how strong I am and how much strength people see, I’m still a woman. I’m still a human. I have fucking feelings. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
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
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