Don’t come over here trying to run my life. Keep your ass over there! -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
You have to love yourself enough to say “No” to everyone else and “Yes” to yourself. I want a damn Bentley Bihhhhh! -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
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