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
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the dark
The dark was my light. It kept me grounded and centered. The darkness quieted the noise of my chaotic life. I didn’t hear my parents fighting or my siblings screaming. The dark was my home. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I don’t fuck with it
A lot of people have told me to pay attention to media and news to know what’s going on around me. Well, I’m not sure I can agree with that. If it’s not helping me, and I can’t do shit about it, I’m going to “mind or take care of” my own business. This is my growing period and I have to focus on what’s going to empower me. You don’t have to go with everything everyone else says. “Know thyself” -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
Skill and guts
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
1,000,000 Thoughts
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
Stay calm
It takes me a while, but when I get tired of the bullshit… everyone knows
-RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
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
If I don’t, who will
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
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
What it feels like
Do you know what it feels like to watch your family waste away? You ever watch someone’s dreams just disappear as if they never existed?
Don’t be that person!
Live full and die empty – Les Brown
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